Lyrics 2 A.M. In Joliet - Devon

Live from the 815 I'm getting dumb high
80 on the late night drive I keep a gun by
Probably giving dick to a bitch until the sun rise
She a never get my day time if she ain't qualified
Sun come we on a money run
12 hours on the clock all of em Guwap homie go get you some
Being a under breath hating ass nigga get ya none
Four to the body that shit a get you slumped
Meanwhile I'm burning through more sheets
Never thought that love would turn me heel in my own streets
But try to run up on me nigga I'm ignore peace
Tyler boy I keep the gate to heaven at arms reach
It's either we never link or you could get six feet
Type to do the dirt on my own cuz I'll never speak
Instead I be chilling out the way burning spinach everyday
With women that love all that I say serving me cakes
Like it's a race to wear Devon on they face
Last year it was a secret what a difference fame make
And I ain't reach the pinnacle yet
What they call impossible watch I do it with flesh
Beefing with me wrong move get a hole in ya neck
But destructive ain't productive I'd rather chase check
So this the last time I'm a tell all you mitches
Selfish ain't my nature nigga we can share all the riches
If she ain't my wife live ya life share all the bitches
We can keep it cool coexist y'all can have the features
But next nigga that diss likely to this gun turn that American Swiss
I'm on a different echelon higher than this
But thou who summon me down shall now die in a ditch
It can get disrespectful dick deep in ya bitch
Hands griping her hips while she give ya lil baby a kiss
With breath christened by lil brother or sis
That demon chillin let the smoker exist uh
Roll another one while still burning number one
Blowing smoke to the heavens god it's ya favorite sun
Nigga I'm a be the same when the money come in
Cuz rich niggas wake up just to hustle somethin
And when passion exist
And you can make some money for it now you talking real shit
But they don't want me to talk to you niggas like this
That's why I take the real slugs and blend them into the clip
Warning sign you should read sentence
Before run up on him plan ya mourning won't need stitches
Stay up out ya feelings in the end you could cease feeling
And don't go create beginnings with us niggas that be chilling
No matter what ya hustle is my nigga just keep dealing
And if they do the same they not you this unique feeling
Not complicated wear that get ya bitch attention marijuana fragrance
Show her my real now she think every other flagrant
I don't really need ya friendship give me all the hatred
Just know that beef a never show up on a credit statement
And my bitch dipped in Versace
A thousand dollar shirt full of spit she do it sloppy
I want a Richard Mille y'all niggas choosing to clock me
I'm sure it pause ya bag for you to watch me
We could never be the same so at best you niggas copy
King Kong in my lane Godzilla couldn't stop me
Put the fire to some healthy ass green like it's broccoli
I ain't worried bout a soul god and this Glock got me
I'm the million dollar man plan Ted dibiase
I ain't even gotta speak on it you can just watch me
Nigga I'm a one of one
Next time I put the mic down a legend done
Weed smoke and bad bitches that's my type of fun
Y'all would rather stick beef and pistol playing huh
That's the difference you in newspapers me I'm in her gums
Devon