Lyrics 2am In Philly - Moosh & Twist

2am In Philly

Look, I’m on the verge of getting famous and getting married
At thirteen, teachers knew I was a visionary
I’m kinda wishing my parents sent me to seminary
Cause I’m a slave to the pussy because I bit the berry
Dog, I’m rapping like I been there before
Cause I gotta go and get it like my friend at the door
Man, we giving people careers, I’m so accustomed to that
They say it costs to be the boss, I guess I’m running with that
Mercedes-Benz, man that thing is incredible
Highly respectable, black-on-black body, you would think that it’s federal
Pull up on schedule, eating a edible
Smoking weed in public like it’s acceptable
Man, I’m so fucking credible (Ah!)
This alcohol, it got me driving like I’m Mrs. Daisy
I’m swerving in and out your lane, you like, «This nigga’s crazy»
Rose gold everything, got a check on my wrist
And trust I only said that word on a record like this
Dog
It’s like every time I spit a verse, someone get their feelings hurt
God forbid I spit a curse, I just want this shit to work
If you talkin', hit me first
Behind my back is just the worst, that can put you in a Hearse
God damn, what a beautiful day
Girl, I wanna take you out, so it’s cool if you stay
And you ain’t even gotta ask because she’s special to me
And she know I’m only half of what I’m destined to be
I’m like four, five seconds away from spraying these dudes
Tell me what the hell I say to these dudes
Me and Twizzy paved the way for these dudes, they couldn’t walk a single day in
my shoes
The ship’s sinkin', ain’t no savin' these dudes
Dog, look what type of crib I’m at
Stacking up my dividends
Hit the stage, break a leg, damn, Shaun Livingston
Boy so nice, got the whole world listenin'
Kicking down the door, cause that’s the only way I’m gettin' in
(Brrat!)
Yeah, I always had these big dreams deep down, so I’m rhyming now
Roley on my wrist, perfect timing now
I got the heart of a lion and tiger blood, word to Kylie now
Homie, somebody should probably calm me down
And now I like the way I’m rhyming on
Beats like it’s Ramadan
I be on Lil Wayne shit, got my styrofoam
Lay the wood down up on my chick, like a xylophone
Periodically, I’m in my element, though
I’m tryna change the world and get it, that’s my main objective
And you can stay corrected, never keep my name in question
You’re like the WiFi at my crib, we got a lame connection
Hangin' out the window, gang signs I’m throwin' up, just like I’m anorexic
Uh, this shit is nasty to me
I’m tryna tell y’all motherfuckers how it happened to me
I spaz on a beat
So you don’t got that passion to me
I want the whole damn thing, and you’s a fraction to me
I’m on this Chinatown bus, I got this duffle bag, full of work
Cocky with the flow, I could pass, but I put it first
This shit is crazy, the world that we live in’s fucked up
These cops asking questions second and shooting bullets first
You mean to tell me that we’re different cause my skin white?
Put this on my life, that’s my brother, fuck the skin type
See, I don’t see a difference
I was raised a little different
Cause of pigment, they would only give me five, and he would get life?
Damn, back to the topic at hand
So let me rap about the club, and all this guap in my hand
And let me lie about these bitches that be hittin' my phone
And let me tell you 'bout these pictures that they send to my phone
Truth is, I got a girl in my life that I love crazy
And I don’t really party, ain’t been in the club lately
Got a best friend I’ve known since I was six named Moosh Money
Anything in life, he would do for me
Yeah, everybody tryna ask me what the tour like
They be like, «You be on tour, right?»
I be like, «Yeah»
They be like, «Yo, tell me 'bout the tour life»
I be like, «I been fuckin' sleeping on the floor, like, shit»
I deserve it
Feel like I deserve it
(Yeah)