2am in Paris Lyrics

Comeup

Gifted niggas

Used to be down every time that I think

Suicide thoughts want to die everyday

Gave them my all and they pushed me away

Now when they call I got nothing to say

I flex at my hardest when I'm in the bank

She give me the face just to give her a day

Don't call me your brother if you ain't for me

Keeping my distance because we ain't the same

Slide on you

Fight or shoot

You got your flex up I'm proud of you

Can't do the fake shit I'm tired of you

Bro where you been I've been dodging you

I rather tell you than lie to you

Me and your bitch on a rendezvous

We got them sticks they the size of you

True to myself how I got to move

Know how I got to move

I'm stuck in the stu

My neck is on flu

Know what the grind will do

I got to stay true

But shit could get hectic I know

Trying to better your life

But can't find the escape

Get flooded in bills

But can't get through the gate

They said I couldn't do it

I'm changing my fate

My bank account more

Than your car license plate

My babygirl here

Because she know what's at stake

Same blood don't mean nothing to me

The vibes is cool but the loyalty speak

Got clowned in school

Let them try me today

Ain't running from problems

I run to the bank

My hip or my shoulders

Which one hold more weight

Don't care who against me

Can't be second place

With all odds against me

I still keep the faith

Used to be down every time that I think

Suicide thoughts want to die everyday

Gave them my all and they pushed me away

Now when they call I got nothing to say

I flex at my hardest when I'm in the bank

She give me the face just to give her a day

Don't call me your brother if you ain't for me

Keeping my distance because we ain't the same

Slide on you

Fight or shoot

You got your flex up I'm proud of you

Can't do the fake shit I'm tired of you

Bro where you been I've been dodging you

I rather tell you than lie to you

Me and your bitch on a rendezvous

We got them sticks they the size of you

True to myself how I got to move

Slide on you

Fight or shoot

You got your flex up I'm proud of you

Can't do the fake shit I'm tired of you

Bro where you been I've been dodging you

I rather tell you than lie to you

Me and your bitch on a rendezvous

We got them sticks they the size of you

True to myself how I got to move

Comeup

Gifted niggas