Letra de 2am in Vallejo - DaBoii

(GB on the beat)

Man, you know how this shit go, man

Niggas see the money and the fame

All the, you know what I'm sayin'? They see all the good, but they don't know what—

They don't know all the bad a nigga had to get to get here, you know what I'm sayin'?

Trials and tribulations, you know what come with this shit, man

Everything ain't all good, everything ain't all bad

On the gang, nigga

I don't trust niggas, they on phony time

I be holdin' up my wrist, I'm on the Rollie time

They keep sayin' I'm the one, I'm in my Kobe prime

If it was favor for a favor, bitch, you owe me mine

My uncle stabbed me in the back, I can't even trust the family

Keep it on you when you shoppin', it'll come in handy

Beggin' take the condom off, man, this ho demandin'

Cut my grass like every day, the people think I'm Stanley

Been through all the pain, so it can't faze me

Never stayin' safe, bitch, we stay dangerous

SOB the gang, bitch, you can't bang it

Every day, I pray to God, but he can't save me

Shit everybody doin' good if the 'Gram tell it

I can't be focused on these hoes, I'm a band bandit

When I had started goin' up, it had my mans jealous

You ain't gangster, you condone it if your mans tellin'

Stackin', starvin', 'fit from Target, but I'm fly as hell

That shit really ain't no zaz', can tell it by the smell

She keep beggin' me to fuck her, shit, I might as well

Before the rap was payin' bills, bitch, I had clientele

Everybody turned fake, I started acceptin' that

If he late on what he owe, I need an extra bag

Ain't havin' nothin' but them walls, I started stressin' bad

If I get hit up on the dice, bitch, I'ma bet it back

Carti shades, diamonds dancin', and the 'fit Supreme

Bitches starin', jaws be droppin' when I hit the scene

Need a leash for all this pape', it's fallin' out the jeans

I used to be the nice guy, I started movin' mean

You ain't really gettin' to it like I thought you was

You ain't have your first chain until I bought you one

In that room, I played it deaf, them people brought you up

When we slid, ain't want no money, shit was off the love

I don't smoke, I don't sip, and don't do Percocets

Bought my bitch a Gucci purse, we doin' Birkin next

She like when I fuck for hours, say it hurt the best

You don't really want no smoke, this shit'll hurt your chest

You ain't goin' codeine crazy, that's a green Fanta

He can't walk up, go and buy it, niggas need Santa

I ain't been fuckin' with nobody, I got three examples

Niggas hoes, niggas envy, and they be tellin'

They start postin' throwback pictures when the ball drop

When your back against the walls, who you call now?

Growin' up, I had no father, couldn't call pops

Stole his bitch, he blew the whistle, niggas mall cops, nigga

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