2AM

(Don Saulo on the track)

Ayy, look

I pray the Lord, He done got my back in these times

Been the fuckin' realest, ain't much of my kind

Got shooters that'll bust down (Ayy), born to be a suspect (Ayy)

Young rich kids still ballin' with a bus pass

Actin' like a girl, you'll get smacked how you actin'

I ain't gang bang, I get money by the batches (Yup)

Couldn't catch me slippin', I got forty-five stashes

Tryna home invade, I got killers at my address (Rrah, bah, bah)

Time runnin', I think I hear that tick-tock (That tick-tock)

In my city anywhere they hear that shit pop (That shit pop)

My name is Kruk and I do for it that hip-hop

Loved by those who blood, talk to the Crip, boy, oh

I go down like a chaser (Like a chaser), uh

My chick bad with no makeup (Ain't no makeup), uh

I'm my own motivator

Self-made hooligan, anti-hater (Anti)

For sure, look

Ayy, it ain't right (It ain't right)

Two a.m. on the dot, a summer night (Summer night), ayy

Look, you know the villains down to slide (Down to slide)

You ain't want another homicide (Nah, nah)

Homie, let's ride (I've been gettin' to the mula, homie)

Let's ride (With a couple de primeros, homie)

Yo, let's ride (And they all down to ride, homie)

Yo, let's ride, ride (And they all down to ride), ride, ride, ride

Yeah, look, two fucks when I pull up

El Mexicano, all my de primeros know what's up

Yeah, when I was young I tried to tell 'em

That this '88 Chevy gon' flip, I'm gon' get it, homie (Gon' get it, homie)

Ride slow while my brodie hit the switch (Yeah)

Always worried 'bout me, homie, mind your business

I've been gettin' to the chili and the mula

I'm a young frijolero, self-made, how I grew up (Yeah)

I know you mad 'cause your bag ain't where it's supposed to be (Nah)

So you wanna hate on a youngin that's gettin' fees (Nah)

You can do it if you chase what you wanna be

The first thing you gotta do is stop worrying 'bout me (Stop)

Got it by myself while your ass stayed lazy

Walk up in the club, this is CNG, baby (Uh)

Ridin' with a couple de primeros on the daily (Uh)

I'm gettin' to the chicken and the mula more than maybe

Uh, ayy, it ain't right (It ain't right)

Two a.m. on the dot, a summer night (Summer night), ayy

Look, you know the villains down to slide (Down to slide)

You ain't want another homicide (Nah, nah)

Homie, let's ride (I've been gettin' to the mula, homie)

Let's ride (With a couple de primeros, homie)

Yo, let's ride (And they all down to ride, homie)

Yo, let's ride, ride (And they all down to ride), ride, ride, ride

Ayy, oh, my mom stayed trippin' handlin' my decisions (Yeah)

Mexican king found his way to the rap business

So I gotta get it nonstop, stay wit' it

And when we start something, we make sure it's finished

Wanna be the top dawg, head of the game

Got problems, got headaches, so we goin' insane (Goin' insane)

But I gotta deal with the mud when I pray for the rain

I'm a wild muhfucka unable to be tamed (Ha)

Straight from the mob town, killers make gun sounds (Bah)

All we do is pray our babies don't get shot down

I bet you wouldn't know about the area code

Left my homie alive, I met him again cold, goddamn (Goddamn)

It's a hard life, but we stay sane (Goddamn)

Watch your back from the haters who ain't (Goddamn)

Ayy, I'm just tryna handle the pain

I'm tryna make it out the city 'fore the city take the main guy

Uh, ayy, it ain't right (It ain't right)

Two a.m. on the dot, a summer night (Summer night), ayy

Look, you know the villains down to slide (Down to slide)

You ain't want another homicide (Nah, nah)

Homie, let's ride (I've been gettin' to the mula, homie)

Let's ride (With a couple de primeros, homie)

Yo, let's ride (And they all down to ride, homie)

Yo, let's ride, ride (And they all down to ride), ride, ride, ride, ayy

(Don Saulo on the track)