12:00 Lyrics

Uh

Ima start this shit at eleven fifty seven

This shit gone end at twelve o'clock

Lets do it

Hannn

You can't judge me off my past

And off my dirt I seen it coming

Trusting souls becoming foes

This like my fourteenth mile and running

When my nigga mayjour died I felt that

Pain inside my stomach twelve o'clock

Them shots fired mommas crying

Niggas ducking threw a bag inside the

Trenches they ain't even see it coming

Put them prices on y'all head thats

Big spread easy hummus shedding tears

For all my niggas who ain't make it

Off that corner half my dogs got hit with

Life the other half went to the coroners

I was plotting on a mill just asking God to

Set that date for me make it out the hood

I felt like God had a escape for me crying

To my mother every night my momma

Prayed for me she prayed I make it out

Cause swear to God they had a grave for me

(Go)

Niggas hate me now just til God give me that

Pro bag ima put that same bag on you just

With a toe tag I come from the trap

(Grrraw)

I promised God ill never go back

But hustling my life its in my blood y'all

Niggas know that

I made it out them trenches

(Go)

Homicide that shit get wicked

If you black and got a bag then on

My block bitch you a ticket

(Talk to em)

If you rap its even worse

Bitch that price get real expensive

Dinner time they at yo house

Before you even to finish

(Grrraw)

I can't even trust these niggas

I be thinking they gone turn on me

Shit even at the store when I walk in

Got my burner on me meet me at the top

We face to face but i'm invisible can't beat me

If you tried i'm in my prime bitch i'm

Invincible this shit just like pinnacle

Im giving y'all my daily walk of life

This shit get biblical believe me this ain't

Fictional I live by loyalty this shit my life

This shit traditional you cross me once

You'll never eat again I live by principal

See I done seen my

(Go)

Own homie turn his back

Trying to put that switch on me

Forty shots inside that trap thank God I had my

Grip on me I looked right inside his eyes

While shooting that was soul bending me and

Rock was blocking shots all night like we was

Goaltending

(Go)

Coming from the roc you win or lose

You get a shot at life my hand was on my hammer

My heart was colder than a block of ice

(Talk to em)

You gone either run or fight or put some

Work in for yo block we dipping out that

Trap when twelve come

Call that twelve o'clock

Its easy nigga