2AM

(Verse)

Dot(.)Com Flow, it's time to log in the booth
I'm drowning in the flow, someone throw a log in the booth
Rest In Peace to Ms. Angelou, you know a nigga still rising
Progression up off our chest, then it's greatness on the horizon
Our lateness is not surprising, saving the best for last
I'm trying to get my connections up so niggas will not lag
'Til we off up on a jet, on some privacy shit
All these other niggas shining got me on some piratey shit
"Never take another mans-" ehhh, well, probably his bitch
But if I got her, she wasn't yours
So what's the problem with this?
In a hippopotamus click, we hungry then we gon eat
Cause looking famished & fannish will get you ate in the street
But when ya.. family vanish, how else are you posed to feast?
And then ya.. sanity vanish with problems rising like yeast
Ya only chance is them grams from spending Days In The East
Ain't no pastor, but I swear this shit is church to The G
Niggas be praising the lords, or bowing down to disciples
But these niggas ain't been to church
And they never seen a bible
Dead on arrival
For wearing wrong colors, shaking wrong hands
They killed my nigga brother at McDonald's for 20 grams
Wasn't loving it
Had us smoking more than them 20 nuggets, shit
Extra fried
To blur the tears that flurred from his mothers eyes
My brother, I salute you for making through all that pain
The least I can do is come through with this bottle of Bombay
And now it's..

{Hook}

2AM in the hood, aye, am I living right?
2AM in the hood, I'ma keep living, right?
2AM in the hood, this unforgiving life
Just 2AM up on a summer night
2AM in the hood, aye, am I living right?
2AM in the hood, I'ma keep living, right?
2AM in the hood, this unforgiving life
Just 2AM in the hood, it got me thinking like..