2 AM

[Chorus: Rapsody] Back-rubs on backbones and black booty Ain't nothing else popping out here at 2 AM If it ain't good intentions, niggas out looking for food Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos [Verse 1: Rapsody] I couldn't count on you yesterday nigga, where you was? Everybody ain't family just because they call you cuz 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 [Chorus: Rapsody] Back-rubs on backbones and black booty Ain't nothing else popping out here at 2 AM If it ain't good intentions, niggas out looking for food Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] 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 [Chorus: Rapsody] Back-rubs on backbones and black booty Ain't nothing else popping out here at 2 AM If it ain't good intentions, niggas out looking for food Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos [Verse 3: Rapsody] I couldn't count on you yesterday nigga, where you was? Everybody ain't family just because they call you cuz 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 [Verse 4: Rapsody] 2 AM 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