2am In Philly

Couple bitches get to laughing
When I tell em' I be rapping
That's until I get to spazzing
Now they all wanna tap in
If she tap in
She gon tap out
Hit it from the back
I'mma blow her fucking back out
Heard you called it quits
Nigga what is that bout
Wouldn't even stop if I had nothing else to rap bout
Tried to take a break
I thought it'd be good for my brain
Little did I know I had 11 songs in the tank
That's when I realized that I can never stop
Even if I'm feeling burnt
Least my shit will still be hot
Working like I'm at the bottom
Feeling like I'm at the top
Tryna roll in green
Like a bean that's inside the guac
Uh
Mother fuck a limit
Can't be mad at skeptics
They can't see the vision
Tryna make a blueprint that is proven for my children
I can't wait to show the whole world what I'm building
To keep it short
Day and night I been building greatness
Just tryna make sure I'mma fucking make it
Know I'm getting close
Cuz my confidence is rising
I told you I don't need help
I was lying
Always try to do it on my own
Foot is on they necks until they pay me what I'm owed
Even as a youngin I was thinking like I'm grown
But now I'm feeling lost and idk where to go

Leaves change
Fall came
It's my season man
Scotty told me I'm an Eagles fan
He ain't wrong
I be screaming GO BIRDS
On the run feel like number 1
Hit em' where it hurts
I be telling all the haters do your worst
Try to stop me
Get popped like a perc
Know he getting nervous
Sweat stains on his shirt
Got his girls number
I can't help it I'm a flirt

Now we up late thinking bout my next show Letterman
Death before designer won't catch me in Vetement
Can't really think of anybody I ain't better than
Cuz less than the best is something I've never been
Yes I get stressed, but I won't pop a Xan
Rather drop a post and pop off on the gram
Don't fuck with Uncle Sam but I do this shit for the fam
I'm in the stu
Cooking up going H.A.A.M.
Might fuck around make a jam
Might fuck around with a fan
She a dime and she down, might fuck around be her man
Never thrown bands at a club to watch her dance
Keep the peace but if you step to my man's we throwing hands
Yuh
Time to stand up
Make an anthem
Throw a show tell the crowd throw your hands up
Get some racks in the bank
Get my bands up
Even if I stay broke got a plan
Being broke bring stress
Stress bring pain
Pain bring music everyone wanna sing
Pains me to say that I fucked around with a lame
Should've took it as a sign that shawty was rocking bangs but look
All I'm tryna do is cook
More verses than the lord and saviors favorite book
Glad they hate
I know they love to hate what's good
I'll pull up on em' when I'm rich like "Hey what's good"
Drop the top on the range
Pull up on em' let it bang
Pull up on em' with a dame
She a dime give me brain
Blowing minds like Cobain
Heath Ledger I'm insane
Loco on the track all I had to do was train
17 left school started balling out in Spain
Came back for cuffed to a girl born in May
Broke up cuz I'm too dedicated to the game
Spending hours in my room writing songs up late
Okay