Lyrics 1:15 AM In Houston - Cartier Jacob

I can't go out sad
Stay 10 toes always
Unc use to make plays in the hallways
We'll catch his ass lackin' in broad day
I ain't never need a tool like Bruce Wayne
Ease the pain so I call up Mary Jane
Built for tough times got to go against the grain
Since a jit had to walk home in the rain
Nowadays trackhawk in the fast lane
Zoom!
I gotta new stick and that bitch go
Boom!
Faena Hotel shordy booking the room
Baby know what it is, so she never assume
With the za in the air know you smelling the fumes
Know you smelling the gas
Got a red bone and she play her part Stacy Dash
I'm on a money mission to the cash
I'm in first place, you niggas last
If it's 4th quarter and it's crunch time Im gone make a play, Steve Nash
You niggas irritating like rash
Heard your new shit it was trash
At a young age God gave me test
I ain't have no choice but to pass
I ain't have no choice but to win
Bitch don't call me brother ain't your ken
Heard he talking down on a nigga name
Gang masked up finna spin
We gone spin again and again
Bullets hit his chest and his chin
Know some real niggas ina 803
Shout out Khi Kolumbus free his twin
Shout out Khi Kolumbus free his brother
Bitch I'm the shit you gone need a plumber
I was counted out at a young age but I beat the odds fuck the numbers
Now I'm racked up at young age like I'm future fucking up some commas
Ain't rocking no chain but im a young stunter
We get lotta cake ain't talking gunna
(Ain't talking gunna)
(I'm a young stunna)
(Fuck you talking bout)
In the H we sippin sizzurp, and smoking purp
Yea they call that boy a wizard, from the way I put in work
I done broke the bitch heart now she calling me a jerk
That's my dog I call em' Clifford, he'll put you in the dirt
She gone leave you on delivered, I pull up and make her squirt
Don't fuck with them gang members They'll put you on a shirt
Stabbed me in my back twice, I'm like damn that really hurt
I said bitch I'm from the raq so best believe I been through worse
Sister say she Prada me so best believe she got the purse
They say life is but a dream but in disguise this shit a curse
Make her get down on her knees, head to the sky like she at church
I said God protecting me I wonder why I know my worth
We play with them sticks & poles
Call him Rudolph put that beam on his nose
That nigga a bitch I know nowadays you pussy getting exposed
Nowadays she getting white on her toes
Nowadays spent some racks on my clothes
I'm just switching through flows, remember days we was kicking through doors
You niggas ain't having motion
Double cup I'm just sipping this potion
And they say I was chosen, bad Bitches I just leave 'em on open
Bad bitches I just leave 'em on ocean
I'm the last nigga who gone show they emotion
Getting cash mane like I got a promotion
In the fast lane we on I-10 rolling

Yea, It's like 1:15 AM in Houston right now, you feel me sneaking and feeling
Yea, yea, yea