2 A.M. in Vegas

1996, wish I was born rich
Didn't have time for trampolines but I can flip a brick
I really love all of my niggas swear I'll never switch
How the police did George Floyd, that's some cold shit
Done started reading my bible I'm praying every night
They wanna see down and out but not without a fight
Tryna run my money up but it's gone take some time
Yea young buck dropped out of school be he ain't drop a dime
As I sit back and wonder about all the shit I've done
I thank God I ain't in jail supposed to be on the run
If I ever make it big I won't forget about you
Trill fam for life so don't forget about me
Fuck a mil I want a bill I'm tryna live good
Hate they killed that nigga Nipsey he was neighborhood
They say Trill don't quit man you can be the best
One day you gone get a deal but I don't shop at Payless
24 years of life man rest in peace to Kobe
Just cause a nigga young Gabana I ain't rocking Dolce
Tryna make it to the top it ain't no other way
If you can make it through the night man it's a brighter day

3 seconds left in the game and they passed the ball to me
We only needed 2 points I'm going for the three
Made a promise to my Mama and she up in heaven
Can't wait to make it to them gates and I ain't talking Kevin
First they tell you they love you then change for the sack
Half these niggas be fronting I gotta watch my back
Spoil my bitch just like some milk now she a Dairy Queen
Can't tell me nun about the streets I used to serve the fiends
I got one habit and its getting money I swear I'm addicted
I gotta get rich and die trying but I swear I ain't 50
Every time I leave the house my brother tell me don't risk it
He probably think he just be talking but I swear I be listening
Me and these niggas not the same man I swear that I'm different
They probably think I'm out my mind from all this lean I be sipping
I wanna see a 100 million keep it coming constant
I give a lot but I swear I don't receive nothing
I stay loyal to people because that shit be priceless
Told my lil cousin he can drive but he ain't got no license
Have you ever went to sleep and woke back up starving
It's crazy nowadays cause my skin tone that make me a target
They don't really hold you down some people holding you back
Where I'm from its real steppers and they not in a frat
Remember it's the thought that counts and not the price that was paid
The world getting scary man I pray for better days



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Writer(s): Quentavious Chandler
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