Lyrics 2am On Pleasant Grove - Tugg

2 in the morning I'm thru yo city buzzin
When you the one that run the label you ain't gotta budget
This shit I'm serving to em raw, I ain't gotta touch it
Im on the block but still will shoot it like I'm Boogie Cousins
I was rocking designer before I had a wave
And I was fucking a stylist before I had the braids
If you don't give em a dollar then niggas say you change
When niggas see you don't follow they try and say you lame
I been in this shit for like 10 it's time to elevate
Told momma ima get the mansion she can get decorate
Told brodie ima run it up so we can stop trappin
And til i win a couple Grammys I won't stop rappin
Shout out my niggas who solid and never changed up
Shoutout the ones who been riding they see we came up
Ask who hot in my city they bring my name up
Instead of all these fake ass rappers who keep they chains tucked
Jay Tatum every year I'm in a different bag
I smell the envy every year I'm making niggas mad
He thought his style was gon last it was just a fad
This rap shit been getting bad, niggas dropping trash
I'm trynna be a better dad, and forget my past
Been too busy getting cash, missing pen and pad
Shorty missing what we had, use to make her laugh
But she would rather shake her ass while I shake a bag
Lately i been mixing up heavy liquor with bad moods
Living by the street codes Nigga cash rules
I got the city on my back like it's tattooed
And serve early mornings and late nights like fast food

I'm eating til I'm full ain't no partially fed
Had the trap spot twerking like Cardi and Meg
took my crumbs got a bag, left the block with some bread
Watch me put it in the pot, make it lock like a dread
Let em go against the gang, and then it's off with its head
Don't ever speak my brother name, you better watch what you said
This Glock J Holiday, it'll put you to bed
I just hit a home run, I'm in the O like the reds
Ain't never hiding from a nigga, we just duckin the feds
I'll rather get this money then go clubbin with friends
Use to hustle in the rain until it's sunny again
I had to overcome a lot cause they ain't want me to win
They caught my nigga with a bird and he ain't give up a word
A lot of lessons that i learned, you play with fire get burned
Here to get what I deserve, i know they hate it's my turn
Still be posted on the curb where you can come and get served
The team labeled me the captain that's the title I earned
A lot of niggas not solid I be keeping it firm
I be trynna spread the love it's what I need in return
Run up on us with the smoke and you gon leave in a Urn