Lyrics 250 A.M. - Caleborate

250 A.M.

I feel like the one, someone go let god know
I’m in another league like playing overseas
There ain’t too many of me up in this bitch so I’m taking what I need when I’m
up in this bitch
Like damn, damn
Here you go again with that lifestyle shit okay you right
But one thing I know is imma get some bread and get my niggas fed before I end
the night
Save my bread but you know I’m paid
Ass welfare but you know I came
Young and black and gifted so the police gon want me in chains
But naw naw naw not now
A niggas dreams worth way more than our house
Oh these girls they love that now, so they wanna crowd around like a colosseum
If I wasn’t popping, then I wouldn’t see 'em
You can keep that kitty I don’t wanna see it
No you need a nigga I don’t wanna be him
All these rappers rich and I just wanna be it
But I can’t pay my rent
When I get a check, that check getting spent
World don’t give you shit my nigga, so go ahead, go get rich my nigga
I feel like the one, someone go let god know
Them niggas on the block been waiting at the door
The niggas with the Glocks that pop like catfish in the pen when they drop (oh
oh)
I said I just want to know
Why the rent so high and we can’t stack our paper on the low, oh?
S aid I just want to go
Where the rent ain’t high and we can stack our paper on the low, oh
Where the rent ain’t high you’ll find me
Where the bullshit ain’t where I be
Where the hipsters all at the shows with the money and the clothes and they all
wanna say the n word ooh
The truth hurt don’t it?
My friends die over shit you flaunt it
Record labels say oh yeah they want it so I write all day just to keep this
comin'
I’m the one tell 'em all that I’m in effect
No flex when I type on the internet
When you alone with me, you say you into, I got a song with G I kinda figured
that
I’m not surprised, coming from the bay most people I know don’t ever get to see
the universe
Rather see they dreams than the bermuda first
Then they just survive till they see the
But that’s not from me I see Trestle Glen
Me and all my partners moving in
If you hating on me, know the business plan more bullet proof than 50 Cent, man
And this shit right here not random
This shit go cause we planned it
I be stacking up my dollars, till the rent ain’t high as Cameron
I feel like the one, someone go let god know
Them niggas on the block been waiting at the door
The niggas with the Glocks that pop like catfish in the pen when they drop (oh
oh)
I said I just want to know
Why the rent so high and we can’t stack our paper on the low, oh?
Said I just want to go
Where the rent ain’t high and we can stack our paper on the low, oh