2 AM (feat. Ab-Soul)

Back rubs on backbones and black booty

Ain't nothing else poppin' out here at 2 am

If it ain't good intentions, **** out lookin' for food

Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos

I couldn't count on you yesterday, ****, where you was?

Everybody ain't family just because they call you "Cuz"

I know a few used to beens and some that never was

And I ain't have to grow up in streets, I know it well enough

Growin' up with homies that grew up in it, fell for some

Sometime after whoop, there it is with some

Just learning to hoop some, look son, ain't no unsinging

I mean, I'll never be unsung

My uncle had bad lungs, and I hope my brother learned somethin'

But he just tell me we gon' die from somethin' anyway

But my motto ain't no need to speed it up none

But my **** like anyway

Back rubs on backbones and black booty

Ain't nothing else poppin' out here at 2 am

If it ain't good intentions, **** out lookin' for food

Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos

You know the freaks come out at night

How am I so bright, but my eyes so sensitive to the light

That's a balance that you'll never understand in your life

It's like you never play Jenga or Life, in your life

Or like you never met a **** that got life in your life

I'm sacrilegious makin' sacrifices, ain't I Christ?

I tried to tell Lo' God, everybody got talent

And it's just what you do with it that matters

That's coming from one who in acquiring skills

Saw his words would eventually cut deeper than skill saws

See, music is the king of all professions, that's partially

'Cause even at the crossroads, it can bring Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Hip is to be intelligent, hop is for the movement

In other words, if you ain't riding, you stupid

We spreading like germs, all over the whole earth

I propose to you, a purpose for your own birth

To let your soul glow all over the universe, y'all

Get it? We united by verses, all

Protons, neutrons, and electron, that's all

Back rubs on backbones and black booty

Ain't nothing else poppin' out here at 2 am

If it ain't good intentions, **** out lookin' for food

Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos

I couldn't count on you yesterday, ****, where you was?

Everybody ain't family just because they call you "Cuz"

I know a few used to beens and some that never was

And I ain't have to grow up in streets, I know it well enough

Marcus Mariota, came in with wings on my shoulder

Where I'm standing, the grass the same, green all over

Ain't gotta throw the skin, 'cause the lines don't flinch

Heartless in this department, I ain't changed a cent

I don't count on y'all the same, math problems

The more I add, the more I lose, math problems

If my lane ain't like Problem's, with all diamonds

I know the pressure gon' bust more than water columns

Y'all blow pipes like Whitney, out this motherfucker

Singing my business to these other ****'s, other ****

Imagine if Ricky had a gun out this motherfucker

There woulda been a lot less blood in the street, get it?

I heard a hoe ****, a hoe **** that talk, ****

Like he know ****, no, no, ****, I know ****

I know common **** act common, but I know Common

This bitch in you, we all see, yeah, I'm so honest

Come around talking big game, you ain't Torry, homie

I don't drive pickup, but I do Dodge Rams

This really all wolves, all clothed as lambs

I'm really superhuman, y'all just pose like Cam

Putting broads on the 'Gram, get out my business, damn ****

Don't like pigs, my mouth not even ham, ****

Know how to handle y'all, call me Shammgod, ****

Know the game, and when and how to bounce quick

'Cause I don't stick with those I suppose I don't trust

Mama taught me right from wrong, be aware of your clique

So I guess I gotta switch up my faculty quick

I see error in your ways, ain't no future with it

2am, the whole block up

Wanna be alone tonight, I pray no one, no pop up

Chillin', some days I don't feel like comin' out my taco, shell

I know **** who got goals like soccer, who ain't doing well

Living through me yellin', "Throw the Roc up!"

Instead of watching news, the day's events, they never shock us

Know **** around my way, playing tata and chocolate droppas

Your feelings spillin' over, hope there's someone there to mop up

Wanna let me ego go on you ****

I'll be modest, I'll be hottest, I won't hide it

They call the kettle what the pot is, I'm black and proudest of that

Yeah, I made it from the bottom

Like I stood in line for hours for Jordans, and they ain't got 'em

I been disappointed

Took it and this the point

Some of you rappers corny

I know we all just fornicating, there's no debating my rating

You should be way up there with Lauryn's

If you color me bad, make sure the color you use is orange

I'm a Frank Ocean, a realist

Only rock with the people that got that real in 'em

Carolina, what up? You know I'm still with 'em

If they ain't rockin' like this, then we don't deal with 'em

Hey, uh

Only rock with the people that got that real in 'em

Carolina, what up? You know I'm still with 'em

If they ain't rockin' like this, then we don't deal with 'em

Hey, uh