Lyrics:
your very
Soul, soul
Yo, I land out in a rent text e 7, v 12, new benzina, 200 and 90
Thou, wow, somethin your rap budget does not allow, why you
Fire studio ready
Hook
Me and my killaz amazing
cll of us splurgin bigbank yea we paid and
Loui Vuitton on the fits we some made men
Straight out
on a wheelie 12 o’clock (skirtt)
Aye Swerving in and out of traffic fuck the cops
Ya burn out at the light time to smoke it up
Gotta bad bitch the back ass fat
to Tell
You love that Butch, Me too Oh Well
12AM in the Heights
DCV Music it's only Right
Yea we made it through the rain, Cause we hustled through it
I
I'm a yung jit, still going in, Bitch im in
He was in the office, I'll kick you out this bitch
Didn't have to run from 12 like Jake on a blitz
that shit that make me wop
I need that shit that make me get straight out my top (yeah)
I'm in this bitch, she cut up, wop, don't make no sense before
12:00 am I'm looking for some cookies in the street
In my way I listend to music (I listen to music) In my ears
12:00 am I'm trying to find some open
hangin' with new ones
I'll go dig up them old rods, I ain't thinkin' about buyin' no new guns
Stuck in the hood, this where my niggas died, kinda hard for
rod and let that fire hit
Lil' youngin really 'bout it, put that smoke out like a fireman
We be fighting dogs inside the yard, I felt like Michael
of what happens in between
Ayo Ju, man
This ****
Every song you done put out so far, man, its guaranteed
It's just, it's quality music, man
That's what
by as a light beam
Start a new scene
Thang crashing cuz of me
Or maybe the trinity
They just trying get me to sleep
12 AM I'm working on the clock
6
the time and make out a plan
I used to hit my knees, talk to God, and beg for a chance
I used to go on tours, open up and open up again
Now you can book
Philly never scared and them niggaz ain't timid there
Them young triggers lose lives by the minute there
It might start but the fight never finish there
And I sung along with everything.
The words in the song, they spoke to me.
Now I need to know, where did the music go.
Cause my heart is crying out.
I
All I need is my money, my family, and that's on God
All these niggas tryna hop on my wave, I feel like Rod
Tryna make so much money, niggas think that
WINSLOW
MIXED BY: Bassy Bob Brockman at Big Bottom Music: Brooklyn, NY
CHIEF ENGINEER: Rod Steger
RECORDED BY: Bobby Sparks II & Rod Steger at Sparks
to raise a man but she losing
Since the shorties leading they self out of confusion
Now it’s all renegade blocks drill music
Niggas Know the burner is dirty
world that we would rather do
Anybody out there relate to my pain
Turn my music up and let me know that I'm sane
We broke up, *****es was starin' at my
matters
And I'm
Riding by 12 AM
Wonder why I got no friends
Wishing it would all just end
Yea
Riding by 12 AM
Wonder why I got no friends
Wishing it would
I’m finally an adult, 21 this year
12. Tryna focus on myself cant watch anyones career
13. These intrusive thoughts they make it hard to see clear
14.
ain't showin' no remorse
They do drive-bys, we tryin' to kill
We ain't goin' back and forth
Brand new heater, I just cashed out on another torch
it don't stop, it don't stop"
"The thugs is in the house, (we in duh house)
The thugs is in the house, (we turn it out)
The thugs is in the house,
mind girl
Need you right here
Right by my side girl
So if you r.o.d
Then let's ride girl
Yea lets go live
You been on my mind shit
pull up in a buggy no
alive)
[03:51.04] (I gotta make it out alive, I gotta make it out alive)
Written by: Jordan Hall; Kevin Hall
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