In The AM

1:30 in the A.M, XXX Tentación is playin
Blastin' on the speakers so fuckin loud, I can't even understand what he's saying
Flows like water got me in Prada
Got a lotta money like I won that lotto
Got model money pulling models out the smoke out the bottle
Nos hit the throttle
Spittin wassup Aristotle, you listening to the muthafuckin' voice of tomorrow
Roll in the night like the arrow, you done failed me, I don't feel no sorrow
Catch yo bitch at the Rec center, go up in her
I don't miss a shot, Jeremy Renner
No pretending, shit ain't rented, windows tinted
Doing business, running shit like the reverend

Sipping on some robutussin bitch, that shit be slapping, be bussing, yeah
Everytime I hit a muthafuckin' track, that shit becoming a classic
Purple haze as I graze the Earth, gazing at me cuz I been amazing since the birth
Ice Cold ENT in the place to be, diamond a thousand a piece, you know what it's worth

1:30 in the A.M, 999 shit still stay playin'
If Etika was still Alive, goddamn, I would signed the Iceman Saiyan
Fuck yo ho cuz she ain't shit, yeah, now I got you nervous and anxious, ugh
Face it, Everybody hoppin on my wave and these basic bitches mad cuz they on the Same shit

I don't take tabs, maybe a dab
Out of all her friends, she the most bad
With a MK Bag, On her left shoulder
Smash wit the hoes, GameCube controller
I don't really give a fuck, i was living pitiful, now I got the double cup (Iced out)
Takin' baths wita rubber duck, and a bad bitch named Reese, peanut butter cup

Bitch yeah I'm boosting, Feelin so stupid
Money stackin' so high that I took off my roofing
Can't see my movements when I'm in Versace
Fuck y'all Kakashi's, y'all bitches just copies
Pull up in a Maserati, cup holder Bacardi
Piping these rowdy bitches like my name is Roddy
Got knowledge like Illuminati, dripping like Dasani
Fuck ya babymama, cousin, sister, and your auntie, yuhhh

They out here storming the capitol, rapping so federal, call me the general
Water no mineral, chiefin' on medical, fuck all the chemicals, that shit is critical
A-I feel like the answer
Like Huitzilopochtli, money like Mansa
Rollin' a slab going so slow
But I'm still blasting right past ya

Rappin' to me, you'd rather preach to a pastor
Rockin' the suedes, shaolin fantastic

Rappin' to me, you'd rather preach to a pastor
Rockin' the suedes, shaolin fantastic
Ain't nobody here do it as nice
Cut yo head in half, so you can think twice