2AM

[Part I]

[Intro]
This is a world premiere

[Verse 1: notXxXayne with ThaMonster, ThaMonster]
Hmm, old school players and new-school hoes
I got her ovulatin' heavy with them new-school woes
I feel like Drizzy 'cause I got the drip, but don't got clothes
'Cause I be drippin' with the dick, I got that new-school code, ya dig?
Come and find with them new-school toes
Y'all niggas sneakin' 'round the city with them new-school lows, depressed
Y'all can't hit me with that new-school soul
Just like I'm rappin' on this bitch, I got that new-school flow, hmm
I wear rubbers, y'all niggas be wearin' plastic
Y'all niggas be fakin' money, my niggas be fakin' celibate
Tell a bitch, "I'm ready," she steady just for the relevance
She playin' me and fuck up my moral like a degenerate
I rip it off, make it happen, real quick like a fabric
I got the bass like a bullet, vibrations heavy
Got fragments all in the backseat
Kissin' and rubbin' just like a faggot
I strap in and fuck the booty real hard, I got it passin' gas, poot it
Pass me the gas and now I'm zooted
Y'all niggas all on my dick, y'all bitin' down till I lose it
I'm switchin' genders, I'm bitchin' about my presents, December
I met a bitch all on my wrist that I will always remember
She never left me, dead meat, put it in closet
You lookin' tense, I'ma get at your trauma and massage it
I'm speakin' any language niggas prefer like an Ebonic
Can't even keep me a woman, I'm sure, can't stay platonic, yeah—

[Verse 2: 3RD & ThaMonster]
Dyslexic, I called the Louis, "VVL"
Push a 3L, niggas see it, thinkin' it's a 312
I feel like Captain EO, spaceship to Rio
Back to my city, I'm whippin' the old Geo
Been a minute since I had to show them niggas 3, though
The angle that I look at this game, that shit a free-throw
Talent's out the ass, bitches on the dick
I couldn't tell you what really got me started, it just clicked
From the passion to the soul and the talent, it just mixed
Sometimes I ask niggas, "Do you hear this shit?"
Clean-ass beats, do you hear this mix?
Concentrate but never contemplate what I can't fix
So I keep to myself like I keep the beats to myself
The streets and the wealth, split, man, the people need help
And I get it, gotta get it on your own
Niggas pushin' a plane, burnin' gas with three phones
Pushin' the class, niggas can't come dethrone
Told my partners I'll drop and I won't be long, uh-uh

[Verse 3: ThaMonster]
Liable to tweak, rappers'll profit off sneak-dissin'
Keep writin', keep hissin', I pay you a sneak visit
Don't get mad at me because I'm a rapper that speaks different
Take a shot at me, I bite bullets and eat switches, huh, uh
Old-school players and new-school games
I got it right back from my jeweler, that's a new-school chain
And I ain't scared of nothin', back off with them new-school gangs
We back-to-back in Paris, I'm takin' them new-schools trains, huh
I was on break but that don't mean I took one
They been takin' shots at me, they wanna D. Book 1
It's silent when I come back, they scared, they shook ones
Twelve songs for a return, they look stunned, okay
Uh, I been meditatin', but I ain't gettin' smooth on 'em
But that don't ever mean that I'd make a whole truce on ya
I'm chillin', you better not be lyin' through your tooth on me
But don't tell a lie on me and I won't tell the truth on you

[Part II]

[Intro: ThaMonster]
And I won't tell the truth 'bout you
Hmm, ha, ha

[Verse: ThaMonster]
I'm really thumbin' up, give the cold shoulder to these—, started numbin' up
Girl, turn off your phone, ain't tryna hear you when you drunk as—
Said you loved me back then but I don't, oh, man, it sucks to suck
Y'all cannot even go band-for-band, bro, let's go buck-for-buck (Yeah)
I been workin' out and eatin', give y'all tummy tucks
Hate bein' outside and especially when the Sun is up
I got out the hood, I got acquaintances and their guns is up
I cannot be wastin' my time there more when I'm comin' up (Yeah)
Don't let that—, get sticky, slimy situations
I can't wait to see you outside with me, I'm gettin' impatient
I said I love her and I lied too, it was as real as my tooth, I put that on the side too
You think I'm losin' beef with rappers? I am not The Game
You read smut and I direct it, we are not the same
I can say that again, brother, I am not ashamed
People don't understand that I carry my father's name
I'm wild with it, I'm proud of what I've done, plus, I'm not finished
Y'all flushed-down versions of me like a cop's visit
I'm hot with it, on hots, so rappers'll stop grinnin'
My palm itchin', I still spit until I stop livin'
They fake, they soft, liars, they won't be, they not wicked
They hate us all, we higher, no need to be explicit, yeah