Текст песни 9am Views - Radio AMR

Allow some time now for you to take a break from the outside world

Let me take you into my world lately
Background checks not clearing, I'm getting discouraged
Paranoia creeping in I don't wanna get lazy
I want to get Brazy, they already say that I'm crazy
Family member they hate me.
Look, it's people out here who really cherish they dividends the whips they in
The dawgs they tote
50 Cent I know Many Men
Who forever trapped in the mindset of the matrix they tryna keep us in
It's always deeper than,
but even then you gotta choose between the red or the blue pill just to win.
Psychological, the woman I call my mother not biological,

But the woman who gave me birth is invited to anything family related the least that I can do.
I'm Fred Flintstone in this bitch and I got bam bam too
Radio AMR light skin with the tattoos that dude.
Penitentiary time never ate rat food.

When times was hard I'd get my knife and wrestle
Anyone that I felt would really hassle
But I didn't know better I didn't really have to
I just had to stay patient go with the moves.

God's plan not our plan
I'm just grateful that I'm in the booth
Yeah, spitting the truth like I wanted to do
Look, miscues in interviews

Lately I ain't been in the mood.
But don't get it confused I'm still that dude
I can feel it in the air when you climax can't hide that
Welcome to the mile high baby

For the grown and sexy don't underestimate me
Hosting listening parties with fine shawties invites only
We've been turned up since 9:30
AM that is coming through in double R

Who would've knew my music playing out in Panama.
Storms lately I haven't experienced the norm lately.
Whether I'm doing bad or good
They gone still hate me.

They say I'm cocky, arrogant, confident
Only few say prominent
Most don't want me dominant.
Going out they way always starting shit arguments

I'd rather be anonymous but make my impacts augment.
Cause when it darkens that's when the blows soften.
Marijuana I'm rolling up often
I'ma smoke it till the day that they lay me a coffin

My music gon' be popping I'm putting out top tens
If you never did me dirty believe me we locked in.
Locked in,
Chris Angels couldn't even get out this

They throwing stones and I look at them like mountains
Like when our ancestors couldn't drink out fountains.
They never doubted pressure all around them
That's why I love my OG's in the game

They the ones with the knowledge man.

Free my OG Marc.