Lyrics 1A.M. In Portland - KT8Deuce

Ayy, KT8Deuce, nigga, ayy, YGC Ayy, I heard they want me dead and they want
Me gone I can't let them take my throne
I'm a king and my crown is chrome Bitch, I'm not answering nobody, don't text my
Hone I'm tryna elevate myself, I'm tryna show
My wealth If they don't like you, say fuck them and
Go to hell I'm not a dumb nigga, I'm not gon' ever end
Up in a cell Cause I got book smarts, and took lessons
For them street smarts Ayy, nigga, you gotta hustle too

What I speak is really that shit, not talking bout a fart, dude
Green beam blinked em, just like a cart, dude
I'm only 13, I can't wait to get a car, dude

Street sweepers, clean your whole block, we got OCD
How could you believe, you could really fuck with me, bitch
I'm rare as fuck, there's only one quantity of me, bitch
Pay good, you get the best quality of me, bitch

Ayy, and I ain't never lie RIP Amoney and TJ, I couldn't even cry
Young nigga, but I've been through some hard times
All my nigga soldiers, ayy, real buff guys If you a fly, fuck with them if you tryna die

You broke niggas can't fuck with me I'm like top shelf weed, there ain't no luck
In these streets You better keep a peace, niggas that don't
Shut the fuck up, get put to sleep Nowadays niggas don't fight, ayy they
Shoot threes, put the gun down and pick up the gloves, you little pussy

These niggas Pinocchio, always lie Like tell the truth, I remember
Seventh grade, when RJ knocked out your tooth
Lyin' ass, he say, got a pole, but he ain't never use it

Bitch, I'm stone cold, ayy, I'm a stunner It's gon' paralyze you, bitch
Ayy, check the numbers, ouu-wee
Bitch, I'm stone cold stunner, bitch, check the numbers

Ayy, I heard they want me dead and they want me gone
I can't let them take my throne, I'm a king and my crown is chrome
Bitch, I'm not answering nobody, don't text my phone
I'm tryna elevate myself, I'm tryna show my wealth
If they don't like you, say fuck them and go to hell
I'm not a dumb nigga, I'm not gon' ever end up in a cell
Cause I got book smarts, and took a lesson for them street smarts
Ayy, nigga, you gotta hustle too

Ayy, ayy, I'm a running back
When they see KT8Deuce, they get a heart attack
I ain't talkin' bout no guns, but you know I got that
I can't believe he knocked out your tooth and you ain't fight back

Like cmon cuddie, ayy, you broke the code
And he moved to Scappoose, you didn't have to change your zip, bro
I ain't talkin' bout no 304s, but you know KT got hoes
If I see a bitch, best believe you know I'm takin' her home
Ayy, ayy, you can't smoke on my dope
Ayy, ayy, I pray to lord that you niggas would fold im
From Portland, from the city of crackheads in the cold
And niggas walkin' around outside with no clothes

Ayy, it's 2k23, and I got takeover
I'm traumatized from that one bitch that almost ran me over
Fuck, goin' to sleep, I'ma hustle till the day over
Name one day you ever seen KT been sober
Fuck friends, I got my family on my shoulders

Nike dunks on my feet, straight from Washington, D.C
My bro said, if I see a sucka, I'm puttin' him to sleep
It's 1 a.m. in Portland, and we just got in the high speed
Don't ask me who i was Whit, ayy, we was 8 deep

Nigga hopped in a load with faces I ain't never seen before
The next two weeks, ayy, ayy
A nigga and a bitch snitched on my bro
Got him locked up, can't even see him no more.