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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeAM 2 PM (Ft. Nickelus F)
Yo I wake up every morning, shower, gather my belongingsHead to works, I get some breakfastcause, still a nigga yawningFrom the night before, at the club, I was up I'm tryna liveOnly twenty two, my nig, 'bout to be twenty three, ya dig?Time don't wait for none of usthat's why I gotta chase my dreamsMake my momma proud so she can show off all her pearly teethAnd be half the man my dad wasI thank God he was in my lifeI realize how many leave they wives so deep insideEither I, need to make this music workor move from the EarthI'm preachin' fire, need a choir'bout to take you all to churchMy congregation bombed the nation with this hip hopWe in the race to fame, blowin' pass the pit stopsI heard the prize was some chicks and a wrist watchAnd all you gotta do is go to jail or get shotYeah Nick cop but he ain't never get poppedHow we gonna get pop fans? Give 'em a quick shotNow I get ya chick hot with my wrist watchYeah shorty drip drop when it tick tockIt's kinda sick huh? Ay Jay, put an end to all the bickerin'And tell them niggas this is Nick's spotThey don't keep it fresh enough I got it zip lockedSaran wrap, anthrax, it make ya sick huh?I'm hot as fire wanna put me out with piss huh?Reached to do it and realized his dick stuckIt ain't as easy as it looks, we go through some shitYou cut us a check, then we go through some hitsThen you show us respect, then we'll say you legitAnd this is the life that I lead from AM to PMI'm trynna get that cash, then watch how tall it growsSoon as we get the ass, we start callin' 'em ho'sThe concept you don't grasp, I'm guessin' you too oldAnd this is the life that I lead from AM to PMAyo I stay up every eveningwrite that shit that they believe inDJs run it, they approach me, and it's praise I be receivingFrom the night befo', at the club, fake I. D. my record spinsGot me dancin' right outsidesince these niggas won't let me inWell guess again, slip around the back and get it crackin'And all the bottles wrapped in cellophaneand party where the best have beenHundred grand, Nickle F, that nigga's the next to winVirgina gon' rep for him, and Memphis represent for meTo the tenth degree, Tennekey, T-Dot to the country y'allOrange Mound and Whitehaven, and back up north to MontrealI ain't ashamed, my city ain't on the mapPeople get to thinking they really light that firerealize they ain't born to rapSo they give it pass the torchand sell they soul for enough to throw cash in storageMaybe they can bring they career backBut these niggas right here ain't trynna hear thatCause I'm on set, make it work, break even on 9 to 5'sCigarettes and lotto tickets, tryna keep that grind aliveAll my uncles, they hit the casino when they get they checkMy cousins, they paint they slabsand pop pistols to get respectThis can't be life, dominoesand chief and dro and twenty stacksSingle mothers phonin' cheaters just to get they honeys backPurple drink and trips to Kroger'sjust to get they money stackedRest In Peace to SKUMMY this reality not funny rap!You think it's funny till these youngings suck a bunnyPull the jackrabbit out and get to screamin'where the money at?It ain't as easy as it looks, we go through some shitYou cut us a check, then we go through some hitsThen you show us respect, then we'll say you legitAnd this is the life that I lead from AM to PMI'm trynna get that cash, then watch how tall it growsSoon as we get the ass, we start callin' 'em ho'sThe concept you don't grasp, I'm guessin' you too oldAnd this is the life that I lead from AM to PM
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