"AM To PM" lyrics
(feat. Rockstar)
I'm in the streets from the am to the pm, a nigga got beef then I'ma spray him when I see him (Yeah)
I'm in the streets from the am to the pm, a nigga got beef
Shit, look, I'm all about the cheddars (Yeah)
Never lovin' bitches (Naw)
I love my family, love my niggas then I love my riches (Yeah)
I love my gun 'cause I feel naked without one (What?)
My niggas is cakin', you niggas fakin', we gettin' it done, yeah
Don't get him confused with Santana
When you see a young nigga with jewels and a bandanna (That's right)
I'm Black Wall and yeah that's for sure (Uh-huh)
Bitches see me in the street and be like (That's the boy)
Yes ah, same nigga from the murder capin' (Yeah)
I stay strap 'cause where I'm from, nigga, murder happen
You better toughen up 'cause nowadays, the judge a sentence you for every button on your button-up
Gun butt you with chrome, [?] on your dome puffin' up
I could show you how to ride you better buckle up
They actin' like I ain't the one, what the fuck is up?
A couple mad that I'm signed so what fuckin' suck it up
Yeah, I stack Benjies a week, I flip that, get that back in a week, shit
A lot of you rap cats ain't really the street, I'm silly with heat, clap semis, back semi ya jeep, yeah
You boys scared, it's warfare when the hammer spit
(Here monkey, monkey) (Here monkey)
K wit a banana clip, (Huh) yeah
I'm the wrong one to make tense (Yeah)
If it don't make dollars (Dollars)
Then it don't make sense (No)
Yeah, I stay hunger like I never ate that's why I spent more money then you'll ever make
Yeah, you light work, I'm a heavyweight
My 9-to-5 is on the grind and I ain't never late (Ha hah)
Yeah, you talk a lot but you ain't sayin' nuttin' (You ain't sayin' shit)
Gangsters move in silence (Shh), so I ain't sayin' nuttin'
Kiss the black mask and the Glock 40
But niggas rattin' now probably send the cops for me (Ha hah)
Geah, but they ain't gettin' the boy 'cause I stay low-key like a brick on the floor, nigga (Geah, geah)
And I'm a tell you who you fuckin' with, it's the Black Wall Street, cut a cheque or suck a dick
Yeah I hear the streets talkin'
I know niggas tired of the beef between me and 50
Nigga, I'm tired of the beef with this fuckin' faggot
So that's it, nigga
I fuckin' quit
Stop Snitchin' Stop Lyin', this is it, nigga
I'm in the streets from the am to the pm, a nigga got beef
Shit, look, I'm all about the cheddars (Yeah)
Never lovin' bitches (Naw)
I love my family, love my niggas then I love my riches (Yeah)
I love my gun 'cause I feel naked without one (What?)
My niggas is cakin', you niggas fakin', we gettin' it done, yeah
Don't get him confused with Santana
When you see a young nigga with jewels and a bandanna (That's right)
I'm Black Wall and yeah that's for sure (Uh-huh)
Bitches see me in the street and be like (That's the boy)
Yes ah, same nigga from the murder capin' (Yeah)
I stay strap 'cause where I'm from, nigga, murder happen
You better toughen up 'cause nowadays, the judge a sentence you for every button on your button-up
Gun butt you with chrome, [?] on your dome puffin' up
I could show you how to ride you better buckle up
They actin' like I ain't the one, what the fuck is up?
A couple mad that I'm signed so what fuckin' suck it up
Yeah, I stack Benjies a week, I flip that, get that back in a week, shit
A lot of you rap cats ain't really the street, I'm silly with heat, clap semis, back semi ya jeep, yeah
You boys scared, it's warfare when the hammer spit
(Here monkey, monkey) (Here monkey)
K wit a banana clip, (Huh) yeah
I'm the wrong one to make tense (Yeah)
If it don't make dollars (Dollars)
Then it don't make sense (No)
Yeah, I stay hunger like I never ate that's why I spent more money then you'll ever make
Yeah, you light work, I'm a heavyweight
My 9-to-5 is on the grind and I ain't never late (Ha hah)
Yeah, you talk a lot but you ain't sayin' nuttin' (You ain't sayin' shit)
Gangsters move in silence (Shh), so I ain't sayin' nuttin'
Kiss the black mask and the Glock 40
But niggas rattin' now probably send the cops for me (Ha hah)
Geah, but they ain't gettin' the boy 'cause I stay low-key like a brick on the floor, nigga (Geah, geah)
And I'm a tell you who you fuckin' with, it's the Black Wall Street, cut a cheque or suck a dick
Yeah I hear the streets talkin'
I know niggas tired of the beef between me and 50
Nigga, I'm tired of the beef with this fuckin' faggot
So that's it, nigga
I fuckin' quit
Stop Snitchin' Stop Lyin', this is it, nigga
