Текст песни 2pm - J Mag

It's 2 oclock and I'm already late yall
I got some shit to do before I even get my day started
I been cleaning up my verses
These hearses is on the way yall
Body up the beat on my feet
Getting the pay off
Fuck it I got eight more
Famished I got a hit list
Cannibals like a Hannibal
Damage you when I rip shit
Its animals in the streets and ya chains lookin' delicious
In this Safaree you get jacked for a hunnid like swish bitch
Yeah I'm a misfit I try to be for my rivalry
Probably take your whole stash robbery and honestly
I peeped your girl eyeing me
Now she wan ride on me
Tell her like Cardi B that's invasion of privacy
Now you see I'm too grown
Try to leave these hos alone
I don't like to pick and choose
That ain't what I'm bringing home
Beautys in the eye when you hold her
And I got a hold
Everything that glitters ain't gold
But you already know
Bitches come and go like a show
But let her flex on you and watch it turn sexual fast
You let it mess with you
Not thinking straight goin' raw
And it's exceptional
Until you at the doc with some problems grabbing your testicles
I seen it happen to the best ofem and they lost
Time and money gone
How much does it really cost
Everybody grow up wanna be the fuckin' boss
Til you watch your dreams build tall then watch it all fall
Shout out to Shawn
Cord and all of yall
I hope one day we can look back swimming up to the shore
Laughing with different broads
P passin' out some cigars
Millz got us another bottle
You cant find when you at the bar

Starin up at the stars
And wishin' for better days
Drawing up different plays
And thinking up different ways
Lot of people judge me without reading a single page
I guess I'm guilty of it too
You know wisdom could come with the age
Wait I got a sick mind
I get on the track and start snapping like I'm Tekashi 69 which line
You fuckers hate on each other and try to switch sides
Switching up different crews and changing up all the rules
You worry bout buying shoes
I did it way back in school
I was chilling round Big Curt
Make it do what it do
Help me get my rap shit jumping but I'm a fool
Cause I could of used that money to spend more time in the stu
Cars and other jewels
And broads and other drugs
Sneakers and every jersey
I got it all from the plug
Had a lot of fun
Got drunk til I spun
Thought I played the game of life
Shit I thought I won
I had friends that grew apart
I had friends that died alone
Had some friends that got married and started a little home
Had some friends turn to enemies
They might never know
How to keep my moves quiet
Gotta keep it on the low
That's just how it go
LoFi UFO
Got you roamin' round the skies
Got you way too high
They say MAG got that potion
Get you way too live
Plus I been trying to meet with Nani
Yeah that's crazy right