"1AM In London" lyrics

Yo, yo

When I got the news, I grabbed my coat, gloves and trainers
My heart goes out to Marsha, she lost Latz and didn't blame us
Everybody wants to spend my money like they made it
Only couple niggas in the hood want me to save it
Why the fuck these pretty hoes let me do what I like?
How you rap and you ain't scored, you ain't true to your knife
Groupie hoes tryna fuck me, I got used to the hype
I lost niggas to the jail and someone losin' their life...
Look... These niggas yappin' a lot
Provider... Boy I spent racks on my block
20K for a ***, I got it if you want
Rap cap, I know you ain't had your mittens on
I love my niggas but I'm good on my own
I've been through more Rambo's than Sylvester Stallone
Until you know about some money, then you leave me alone
Slaughter my name and probably go tweak on a low
Tweak to a hoe, fuck it, you ain't keepin' it code
Missin' Riscy at night, so I grieve on my own
I can't believe how Latz died, he let him bleed on his own
I really wanna diss the dead but I'm keepin' it grown