Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 2 AM , by - Rapsody. Song from the album Crown, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jamla
Song language: English
2 AM |
| Backrubs on backbones and black booty |
| Ain’t nothing else popping out here at 2AM |
| If it ain’t good intentions niggas out looking for food |
| Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos |
| I couldn’t count on you yesterday nigga, where you was? |
| Everybody ain’t family just because they call you cause |
| I know a few used to beens and some that never was |
| And I ain’t have to grow up in streets, I know it well enough |
| Growin' up with homies that grew up in it, fell for some |
| Sometime after whoop, there it is for some |
| Just learning to hoop some, look son ain’t no unsinging |
| I mean I’ll never be an unsung |
| My uncle had bad lungs and I hope my brother learned something |
| And he just tell me we gon' die from something anyway |
| But my motto ain’t no need to speed it up none |
| But my niggas like anyway |
| Backrubs on backbones and black booty |
| Ain’t nothing else popping out here at 2AM |
| If it ain’t good intentions niggas out looking for food |
| Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos |
| You know the freaks come out at night |
| How am I so bright but my eyes so sensitive to the light |
| That’s a balance you’ll never understand in your life |
| It’s like you never play Jenga or Life in your life |
| Or like you never met a nigga that got life in your life |
| I’m sacrilegious making sacrifices, ain’t I Christ? |
| I tried to tell Lo God, everybody got talent it’s just what you do with it that |
| matters |
| That’s coming from one who in acquiring skills saw his words would eventually |
| cut deeper than Skilsaws |
| See music is the king of all professions, that’s partially |
| Cause even at crossroads it can bring Bone-Thugz-N-Harmony |
| Hip is to be intelligent, hop is for the movement |
| In other words if you ain’t riding you stupid |
| We spreading like germs all over the whole earth |
| I propose to you a purpose for your own birth |
| To let your soul glow all over the universe y’all |
| Get it? |
| We united by verses, all |
| Protons, neutrons, and electron, that’s all |
| Backrubs on backbones and black booty |
| Ain’t nothing else popping out here at 2AM |
| If it ain’t good intentions niggas out looking for food |
| Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos |
| I couldn’t count on you yesterday nigga, where you was? |
| Everybody ain’t family just because they call you cause |
| I know a few used to beens and some that never was |
| And I ain’t have to grow up in streets, I know it well enough |
| Marcus Mariota, came in with wings on my shoulder |
| Where I’m standing the grass the same green all over |
| Ain’t gotta throw the skin cause the lines don’t flinch |
| Heartless in this department, I ain’t changed a cent |
| I don’t count on y’all the same, math problems |
| The more I add, the more I lose, math problems |
| If my lane ain’t like Problem’s with all diamonds |
| I know the pressure gon' bust more than water columns |
| Y’all blow pipes like Whitney out this motherfucker |
| Singing my business to my other nigga’s other niggas |
| Imagine if Ricky had a gun out this motherfucker |
| There woulda been a lot less blood in the street, get it? |
| I heard a ho nigga a ho nigga that talk, nigga |
| Like he know niggas, no no nigga, I know niggas |
| I know common niggas act common, but I know Common |
| This bitch in you well all see, yea I’m so honest |
| Come around talking big game, you ain’t Torry homie |
| I don’t drive pickup but I do dodge rams |
| This really all wolves all clothed as lambs |
| I’m really superhuman, y’all just pose like Cam |
| Putting broads on the 'Gram get out my business, damn nigga |
| Don’t like pigs, my mouth ain’t even ham nigga |
| Know how to handle y’all, call me Shammgod nigga |
| Know the game and when and how to bounce quick |
| Cause I don’t stick with those I suppose I don’t trust |
| Mama taught me right from wrong, be aware of your clique |
| So I guess I gotta switch up my faculty quick |
| I see error in your ways, ain’t no future with it |
| 2AM the whole block up |
| Wanna be alone tonight, I pray no one no pop up |
| Chillin', some days I don’t feel like comin' out my taco, shell |
| I know niggas who got goals like soccer who ain’t doin' well |
| Living through me yellin' «throw the Roc up!» |
| Instead of watching news, the days events, they never shock us |
| Know niggas around my way playing tata and chocolate droppas |
| Your feelings spillin' over, hope there’s someone there to mop up |
| Wanna let me ego go on you niggas |
| I’ll be modest, I’ll be hottest, I won’t hide it |
| Call the kettle what the pot is, I’m black and proudest of that |
| Yea I made it from the bottom |
| Like I stood in line for hours for Jordans and they ain’t got 'em |
| I been disappointed |
| Took it and this the point |
| Some of you rappers corny |
| I know we all just fornicating there’s no debating my rating |
| Should be way up there with Lauryn’s |
| If you colour me bad make sure the colour you use is orange |
| I’m a Frank Ocean; |
| a realist |
| Only rock with the people that got that real in 'em |
| Carolina, what up? |
| You know I’m still with 'em |
| If they ain’t rockin' like this then we don’t deal with 'em |
| Hey, uh |
| Only rock with the people that got that real in 'em |
| Carolina, what up? |
| You know I’m still with 'em |
| If they ain’t rockin' like this then we don’t deal with 'em |
| Hey, uh |