Late night

[Intro]

Wake in the morning now I gotta go to class
Wait fuck do the dash do the dash get the cash (wait)
Broke as fuck, work a 9-5 that shit the past
I ain't tryna do that anymore foot be on the gas (wait ay)

[Verse 1]

Getting the bag don't worry yuh
Know that my vision be blurry oo
No i'm never in a hurry
2 sports Kyler Murray yuh
None of the homies be rats ay
Never shoot you in tha back ay
I was dead broke now i’m mid-broke bitch i’m runnin' to the cash
One day know ima pull up in a rari'
All these rappers be so old man they probably play Atari
Ion fuck with sea food so I call you calamari
If a shorty do me wrong, I don’t wanna hear no sorrys yuh ay
If you try to hit me up I will prolly not pick up yeah I’m chasin' for the bag I ain’t lookin at make up
If you gonnna do me dirty best believe I keep that thirty oh wait I cannot say dat shit I do got an attorney
Bitch yeah I run this shit
Been like four years
But I'm watching who I'm coming with
Had a lot of friends in the past on some other shit
Only fucked with me because they think i made a couple hits
Fake bitch

[Chorus]

Late night thinking someone gonna kill me
Cry out, I don’t think nobody hear me
All alone, no I’m never runnin' 6 deep
On my own, I ain’t have nobody give me
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[Verse 2]

Came from the jump ain’t no one help me yeah
No wall unit yeah no AC yeah
Wake up at night yeah sweat in my sleep yeah
Hard to maintain when you chasin a dream
God damn
Whatchu' really know about going in? (ay)
Whatchu' really know about going in?
Making a song dat' you know it’s a poem den
Making these bars and they all just be flowing in
I just be doing this shit to the motion man
Got ton of music that I just be holdin in (uh)
Who you know get it like me (uh huh)
Been down in Mississippi (uh huh)
Hold it down for the 713 (uh huh, yeah, oo)
Don’t compare me to no one I am me yuh
Never pull outta da game like a plan b yuh
Now they see me now I’m ridin' on a jet ski yeahyuh
Shout out to the H ohh they raised me yeahyuh