Late Night

If you call me late at night, I'm on it

I'll be grinding through the night till the morning

I'll be hiding all this pain up in my brain, I'm going insane

We could walk the same path, but my nigga, we not the same

All my dawgs dropping whips we go to renting all these cars

All these diamonds on my wrist, I told my mama I'm a star

But I don't really feel like it

I told my dawg don't bite my hand, but he still biting

Different city, different bitches, I don't really like it

And I'm trying to find that one that's going to really like me

I'm talking really like me