2 A.M. In Joliet Lyrics

Live from the 815 I'm getting dumb high

80 on the late night drive I keep a gun by

Probably giving dick to a bitch until the sun rise

She a never get my day time if she ain't qualified

Sun come we on a money run

12 hours on the clock all of em Guwap homie go get you some

Being a under breath hating ass nigga get ya none

Four to the body that shit a get you slumped

Meanwhile I'm burning through more sheets

Never thought that love would turn me heel in my own streets

But try to run up on me nigga I'm ignore peace

Tyler boy I keep the gate to heaven at arms reach

It's either we never link or you could get six feet

Type to do the dirt on my own cuz I'll never speak

Instead I be chilling out the way burning spinach everyday

With women that love all that I say serving me cakes

Like it's a race to wear Devon on they face

Last year it was a secret what a difference fame make

And I ain't reach the pinnacle yet

What they call impossible watch I do it with flesh

Beefing with me wrong move get a hole in ya neck

But destructive ain't productive I'd rather chase check

So this the last time I'm a tell all you mitches

Selfish ain't my nature nigga we can share all the riches

If she ain't my wife live ya life share all the bitches

We can keep it cool coexist y'all can have the features

But next nigga that diss likely to this gun turn that American Swiss

I'm on a different echelon higher than this

But thou who summon me down shall now die in a ditch

It can get disrespectful dick deep in ya bitch

Hands griping her hips while she give ya lil baby a kiss

With breath christened by lil brother or sis

That demon chillin let the smoker exist uh

Roll another one while still burning number one

Blowing smoke to the heavens god it's ya favorite sun

Nigga I'm a be the same when the money come in

Cuz rich niggas wake up just to hustle somethin

And when passion exist

And you can make some money for it now you talking real shit

But they don't want me to talk to you niggas like this

That's why I take the real slugs and blend them into the clip

Warning sign you should read sentence

Before run up on him plan ya mourning won't need stitches

Stay up out ya feelings in the end you could cease feeling

And don't go create beginnings with us niggas that be chilling

No matter what ya hustle is my nigga just keep dealing

And if they do the same they not you this unique feeling

Not complicated wear that get ya bitch attention marijuana fragrance

Show her my real now she think every other flagrant

I don't really need ya friendship give me all the hatred

Just know that beef a never show up on a credit statement

And my bitch dipped in Versace

A thousand dollar shirt full of spit she do it sloppy

I want a Richard Mille y'all niggas choosing to clock me

I'm sure it pause ya bag for you to watch me

We could never be the same so at best you niggas copy

King Kong in my lane Godzilla couldn't stop me

Put the fire to some healthy ass green like it's broccoli

I ain't worried bout a soul god and this Glock got me

I'm the million dollar man plan Ted dibiase

I ain't even gotta speak on it you can just watch me

Nigga I'm a one of one

Next time I put the mic down a legend done

Weed smoke and bad bitches that's my type of fun

Y'all would rather stick beef and pistol playing huh

That's the difference you in newspapers me I'm in her gums

Devon