2 AM In Chevron (Interlude) Lyrics

Dreams turning to reality

Looking like the mirror on the wall is looking out for me

Cause everytime i have a prayer session

Am talking to a picture that i know in person

Me talking to God he talking to me

Am looking at the sky like what could it be

If my prayers wasn’t answered

And i didnt get these chances i'd be damned with blood on the streets

You know the lessons get money or die trying

A lot of niggas dying cause they not trying

A lot of us don came under the class line

A middle class but you know its hustle till the flat line

Flat line

Flat line

Flat line

And these days am steady on some real shit

Stroke a chord on some Lauryn Hill shit

And i ain’t gotta say it on a pulpit

Check my history and you know a nigga done seen a lot of bullshit

Went from rock city to the cool kids

Went from trash cans to the blue print

A lot of lessons is taught

When you looking at a brother who got

A couple milli of some shit that he thought

And off some shit that he wrote

And some slang that he thought as a joke

Till the people started singing his song

Look at me now and look at me then and picture me broke

Am tryna win mehn can i get a million votes

Is like i battle myself the feeling is dope

So i don't worry bout anoter brother getting this dough you know

So we can all fly

Like the birds got feathers and they all fly

I know its hard as entertainers 'specially when you get famous

And you start to rock arenas they start to watch you demeanor like

When you start to rock arenas they start to watch you demeanor like

They start to watch you demeanor like

I believe we out here to inspire

Every little kid that is out there with the fire

Writing raps hustle stacks tryna get the buyers

I believe that i was made for this i believe that i was made for this

I believe that you was made for this hundred grand bet

A wise man told me go in or go home

And i got a big dream of living in gold homes

So i had to go hard and i put it on my mama

As long as alive am never going to go home

How ironic it that home is where the heart is

A brother out here really tryna build a throne

Cause brothers out here steady getting in the zone

So we can shine on em haters without a chrome

I can ball honest been on without a loan on us

Now i gotta hold me own on this

I even bought my sis a new whip that she can ride it too sick

Am glad that i can do this i used to be the school's diss

Teacher told me that i wouldn't be shit

Now am in the first class he in economy seats

He tried to call in his wife he hear my voice on the cellie

She tried to fix him a dish he see my life on the telly like damn!!

How did we make it this far

Ion even know how i made it this far

Come a long way

Choc City boy, SCC boy Zamani boy.... yeah