4AM At Uncle Sam's

I don't need your love
I don't need your hole
I don't need nothing, blood suckers suck on my nuts
Want something? Hop on the dole
Drop on a pole
Drop, drop, drop in a ditch
I'm too done with this shit
Not enough love for the ones that suffer to live
Too much for the ones that quit
Run that shit, argh, we go hard!
You do not mess up with the Zohan
Not enough time to slither with snakes
They calling me Great like Alexander
But I guess I'm up if they claiming
That I can't do sh-, these cunts are brainless
Gun for our spot but it ain't vacant
Try and watch as we re-claim it

And maintain it
Coz when MSON is in the room, we still got nothing to lose
There's no love lost if don't want to show up for the crew
We ain't got shit to prove
We know what we the bring, our energy is proof
Your talk is cheap, the blind leading the mute
How deep is your love for the scene, the music, the artists
The dream that was started, I don't wanna hear your excuse
So stay on my way while I let loose
My name is Jake to the M-I-S-F-I to the T
The gifted, the realest on repeat
Always one hunnid, what you know about me?
Break it in half when we both needa eat
Coz even in defeat, I am me
But won't stop 'til I finally achieve the peace that I need

You gon' love me or leave me alone
(Leave it, leave it, leave it)
Night after night, rhymes I write on my phone alone
And all disses aside
You want me to be the bigger man
While you stay talking shit with comments up on Instagram
Don't be holding out your hands, I got nothing more to give
And It's nonsense
They cannot control their emotions
I could snap at any moment, my time is feeling borrowed
Why were all my role models drug addicts and robbers?
Yeah, the same reason that I had to ask for second chance
Having squares in my circle pulled me down at any chance
I gave you another chance, but you backstabbed me
I gave you another chance, but you backstabbed me
I was jail breaking them stolen phones
It was service with a fee
Graduated, moving dope for a couple junkies
I was out late night on a stolen bike, just looking for a lick
A couple pills in my palm, that trap line jumping, life's sick
(This it, life's sick, this it, life's sick)
(This it, life's sick, this it, life's sick)

Ready or not, we got no option
All in, coming or what? We finna hop in
Rhythm with a couple of bullets and coughing
Underground sound, your body be in a coffin
Locked in loaded
Explosive I gotta be ambitious to lead my locomotive
Movement motion
Potent delivery gotta proceed with our devotion
Kick doors open
Opportunities coming to those who put the work in
My team chosen, sick with a emotion
If I gotta be frank, you ain't survive in the depth of my ocean
How deep is your love?
At the bottom of the bottle, you ain't find the help
Hit 'em harder, let 'em rise up in the moment and just shine aswell
I might aswell ask
(How deep is your love?)
(How deep is your love?)
Yeah, check
Ferdinand Stan
How you tryna be the gatekeeper?
Feeding knowledge to my clan now we all stand tall
Bet ya bottom dollar, I'mma make it with the brothers
But as a leader, I lead by example
I don't need a hand out, I can be a hand full
Repping D-R-W, NT born see
My clan are next we on - shit
You ain't never seen this unison
2017, the movement stormed
Took over the whole scene and shit kicked off
Live life like a movie
If you're an extra, I be the main character
Damage to calibre if we in your parameter
You finna see me here centre on
Damage to calibre if we in your parameter
You finna see me here centre on