2Am on Union Ave
Shit it's me versus me
Lil Geno, Lil Mag aye
I been in my bag aye
Keep my foot on the gas aye
I start popping my shit aye
Then she get too attached aye
So I sit back and laugh aye
Where the fuck they do that aye?
And I do not smoke, blunts in a bag aye
Guts on the glass aye oh oh
All of them nights with my pen to the pad
All of them racks I ain't made off of rap
Finally making some music that I love so now I can brag
I drop a tape in a week I'll be back
Shawty rubbing my back
Cause she know that I'm stressed like you need to relax
Now my whip ain't got nothing but gas
One foot in the grave and one foot in they ass
I reached a point where I snapped
I cannot sit down, no I cannot do that
These niggas be talking but I do not listen
Do not hit my line if it's not about business
I'm from the east but I stay on the west end
I drop a call and you know where I'm headed
She come with me then she rocking Stiletto's
I drop a tape and be back in a week
All of these highs but the lows what they see
I want a wife still got love for the streets
Blocking a bitch still ain't nothing for me
I really came from the bottom
I done slept in the basement, was me and my mama
When my parents split we was staying at Poppop's
Back when Florence was popping
And I had the afro, young nigga was wilding
Ain't have no friends cause these niggas love drama
Back then Lil Geno was stressing bout nothing
46 Wicker I change my persona
Lil Mag in this bitch and you know how we coming
First we bring out the heat turn a whip to a sauna
Rock, Tay, Qu'an, Boogie, shout out my cousins
I was riding a quad all through summer
We slid to the park and they know that I run it
Blockbuster runs tv dinners for supper
Weekends with dad, for the moment we thugging
Fuck what they talking bout, they do not know about struggle
I was too black for the white kids
And I was too light for the brothers
If this was the fifties you know I'd be hunted
We don't go for nothing
I'd be a joke if I stood up for nothing
I'll be damned if I squander my chance so I stand up for something
I really came from the bottom
Done slept in the basement, was me and my mama
When my parents spilt we was staying at Poppop's
Lil Geno, Lil Mag aye
I been in my bag aye
Keep my foot on the gas aye
All of them racks I ain't made off of rap
Finally making some music that I love so now I can brag yeah yeah
I drop a tape and be back in a week
One foot in the grave and one foot in they ass
I reached a point where I snapped
I cannot sit down no I cannot do that aye
Lil Geno, Lil Mag aye
I been in my bag aye
Keep my foot on the gas aye
I start popping my shit aye
Then she get too attached aye
So I sit back and laugh aye
Where the fuck they do that aye?
And I do not smoke, blunts in a bag aye
Guts on the glass aye oh oh
All of them nights with my pen to the pad
All of them racks I ain't made off of rap
Finally making some music that I love so now I can brag
I drop a tape in a week I'll be back
Shawty rubbing my back
Cause she know that I'm stressed like you need to relax
Now my whip ain't got nothing but gas
One foot in the grave and one foot in they ass
I reached a point where I snapped
I cannot sit down, no I cannot do that
These niggas be talking but I do not listen
Do not hit my line if it's not about business
I'm from the east but I stay on the west end
I drop a call and you know where I'm headed
She come with me then she rocking Stiletto's
I drop a tape and be back in a week
All of these highs but the lows what they see
I want a wife still got love for the streets
Blocking a bitch still ain't nothing for me
I really came from the bottom
I done slept in the basement, was me and my mama
When my parents split we was staying at Poppop's
Back when Florence was popping
And I had the afro, young nigga was wilding
Ain't have no friends cause these niggas love drama
Back then Lil Geno was stressing bout nothing
46 Wicker I change my persona
Lil Mag in this bitch and you know how we coming
First we bring out the heat turn a whip to a sauna
Rock, Tay, Qu'an, Boogie, shout out my cousins
I was riding a quad all through summer
We slid to the park and they know that I run it
Blockbuster runs tv dinners for supper
Weekends with dad, for the moment we thugging
Fuck what they talking bout, they do not know about struggle
I was too black for the white kids
And I was too light for the brothers
If this was the fifties you know I'd be hunted
We don't go for nothing
I'd be a joke if I stood up for nothing
I'll be damned if I squander my chance so I stand up for something
I really came from the bottom
Done slept in the basement, was me and my mama
When my parents spilt we was staying at Poppop's
Lil Geno, Lil Mag aye
I been in my bag aye
Keep my foot on the gas aye
All of them racks I ain't made off of rap
Finally making some music that I love so now I can brag yeah yeah
I drop a tape and be back in a week
One foot in the grave and one foot in they ass
I reached a point where I snapped
I cannot sit down no I cannot do that aye
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