A.M. THOUGHTS

Let's go, let's go

They don't know how I do it

They just know the youngin gettin' to it

They know the youngin been through it

I been gettin' too high

I don't give a fuck what they doin'

Clock a man is not on my list

I ain't playin', I'm on some new shit

He's so hot, but stay on cool shit

They throw shots, but the shoe don't fit

They don't believe I'm new to this

Won't take this chance for granted

Watch what I do to this

Eat up the beat, tell them choose a hit

Walk in the bank, I'ma make that shit bounce

Add it up, add it up, count

Don't let 'em know the amount

I had to jump out the drought, you know what I'm 'bout

You runnin' your mouth, we run in your mouth

Braggin' about we runnin' your house

Ain't no I on this team allowed

Had to cut someones I love, it's killin' me slow

But I been here before

Way before the deal, before the dough, before the show

Before these leaky hoes, all these drippy clothes

My sneakers used to show my toes

You don't wanna step in those

It never fails to cross my mind so many times

And tell me, does it ever cross your mind

When you cross that line?

You got my heart under attack

You said some shit behind my back

You did some shit you can't take back

I tend to make 'em face the facts

You turnt your back, no turning back, no

People love to ask now

Who? When? Where? What happened? How?

They don't know how I do it

They just know the youngin gettin' to it

They know the youngin been through it

I been gettin' too high

I don't give a fuck what they doin'

Pull up, they're like, "There he go"

Take off, they're like, "Where he go?"

Humble yourself, I kill ego

I know you only get fly on occasions

Sum of the equation, we're not equal

Bite my flow, but he not me, though

I ain't even at the top, they still can't top me, though

Yeah, I'm on the ground from the a.m. to p.m. to a.m.

Couple **** bein' in my DM

I hope they're prayin' I don't slay 'em

I heard they doin' shit just for a name

YXNG K.A never let 'em play 'em

Plenty bullets come behind this name

I can have my shooter lay 'em

That's a man down

We gon' shoot regardless, put your fucking hands down

We got a whole lotta, whole lotta drums

We a fucking band now

I got a whole lotta, whole lotta funds

I'm the fucking man now

I'ma keep living my dreams

Get money in my genes, money in my jeans

Tell 'em it is what it seems

**** underate my grind, the fuck do you mean?

I don't wonder why they hate

I go blind just like Stevie

Heart froze, no VV

Probably on your ho's TV

It never fails to cross my mind so many times (Oh, oh, oh)

And tell me, does it ever cross your mind (Oh, oh, oh)

When you cross that line? (Oh, oh, oh)

They don't know how I do it (Oh, oh, oh)

They just know the youngin gettin' to it (Oh, oh, oh)

They know the youngin been through it (Oh, oh, oh)

I been gettin' too high (Oh, oh, oh)

I don't give a fuck what they doin' (Oh, oh, oh)