Reflecting (8:15 AM)
Huh
Y'all know what the fuck going on
Yeah
Aye
8:15 in the A.M, thinking 'bout life itself
Just tryna find a better way that I can reach countless wealth
As I begin to fill this wood with crud from off the highest shelf
And you can tell just by the smell
They gone regret folding on me when my name ringing bells
And I might just shed a tear when I touch a M, I been through hell
I put my mind, heart, & soul on beats, it feel like show & tell
But sometimes, two of the three absent & I don't know myself
But then I'll been done hoed myself like "nigga you better than that"
Bitch, I'm Dat One Nigga no matter what
I murk every track
If you lost yo' heart to me, just give it up
You ain't getting it back
When I was giving mines out they turned me into a villain, in fact
What made you grab that knife & put that shit in my back
Knowing you would be right beside me had I risen off rap
Said you had me for life but it was really cap, well, would you look at that
That just give me more incentive to shit on they ass
And you don't see me posting pape 'cause they be quick to do the math
And once it get to adding up, they quick to try & do you bad
Niggas be talking loose as hell, still move like they ain't said shit
Man, if only you knew
They finna get on yo ass
Man, you better get in yo' bag
Nigga, why the hell you run out on that field
No cleats or no pads
And we ain't on the same team, don't look at me for no pass
'Cause it's up with everybody that ah rather see me in a casket
They like slow down, you too hot G
You'll been done blew a gasket
Nigga fuck that I'm all gas, no breaks this my passion
It's hard to stop when you so used to putting niggas in the basket
Niggas think they got next until we blow right past 'em
And I just only want the neck, don't want yo hoe
She kinda average
Plus she come with a whole lotta extra ass baggage
You know that hoe a cum rag and, yet, still you out here bragging
Only reason she want me is 'cause she know I got the bag in
But I can't make yo wishes come to life, I ain't Aladdin
And they hate it's too easy, like Westbrook I'm stat padding
Gone make 'em hate it even more when they see this shit gaining traction
Me & squad Dem One Niggas, they gone hate we the main attraction
Nigga
Hmm, y'all know what the fuck going on
Yeah, I swear these niggas act like hoes
Someone put 'em in a pageant
Hmm, yeah
Aye, we finna run this shit up to some shit you can't even imagine
Yeah, aye
I run it up to what you can't imagine, then we finna stash it
I fucked around- umm
Alright, I'm off this bitch man
Y'all know what the fuck going on
Yeah
Aye
8:15 in the A.M, thinking 'bout life itself
Just tryna find a better way that I can reach countless wealth
As I begin to fill this wood with crud from off the highest shelf
And you can tell just by the smell
They gone regret folding on me when my name ringing bells
And I might just shed a tear when I touch a M, I been through hell
I put my mind, heart, & soul on beats, it feel like show & tell
But sometimes, two of the three absent & I don't know myself
But then I'll been done hoed myself like "nigga you better than that"
Bitch, I'm Dat One Nigga no matter what
I murk every track
If you lost yo' heart to me, just give it up
You ain't getting it back
When I was giving mines out they turned me into a villain, in fact
What made you grab that knife & put that shit in my back
Knowing you would be right beside me had I risen off rap
Said you had me for life but it was really cap, well, would you look at that
That just give me more incentive to shit on they ass
And you don't see me posting pape 'cause they be quick to do the math
And once it get to adding up, they quick to try & do you bad
Niggas be talking loose as hell, still move like they ain't said shit
Man, if only you knew
They finna get on yo ass
Man, you better get in yo' bag
Nigga, why the hell you run out on that field
No cleats or no pads
And we ain't on the same team, don't look at me for no pass
'Cause it's up with everybody that ah rather see me in a casket
They like slow down, you too hot G
You'll been done blew a gasket
Nigga fuck that I'm all gas, no breaks this my passion
It's hard to stop when you so used to putting niggas in the basket
Niggas think they got next until we blow right past 'em
And I just only want the neck, don't want yo hoe
She kinda average
Plus she come with a whole lotta extra ass baggage
You know that hoe a cum rag and, yet, still you out here bragging
Only reason she want me is 'cause she know I got the bag in
But I can't make yo wishes come to life, I ain't Aladdin
And they hate it's too easy, like Westbrook I'm stat padding
Gone make 'em hate it even more when they see this shit gaining traction
Me & squad Dem One Niggas, they gone hate we the main attraction
Nigga
Hmm, y'all know what the fuck going on
Yeah, I swear these niggas act like hoes
Someone put 'em in a pageant
Hmm, yeah
Aye, we finna run this shit up to some shit you can't even imagine
Yeah, aye
I run it up to what you can't imagine, then we finna stash it
I fucked around- umm
Alright, I'm off this bitch man
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Writer(s): Roy Fields Iii
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