A.M. THOUGHTS

(Let's go) (Let's go) They don't know how I do it They just know the youngin gettin' to it (Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points) They know the youngin' been through it I been gettin' too high, I don't give fuck what they doin' Glock amen is not on my list (no) I ain't' playin' I'm on some new shit (no) He so hot but stay on cool shit (oh) They throw shots but the shoe don't fit (oh) They don't beleive I'm new to this Won't take this chance for granted Watch what I do to this (yeah) Eat up the beat tell 'em choose a hit Aye, walk in the bank, I'ma make this shit bounce (bounce) Add it up, add it up, count (count) Don't let 'em know the amount I had to jump out the drought You know what I'm 'bout You runnin' your mouth We runnin' your mouth Braggin' about We run in your house Ain't no "I" on this team aloud Had to cut some onеs I love It's killin' me slow (oh-oh) But, I've been hеre before Way before the deal, before the dope, before the shows Before these leaky hoes, all these drippy clothes My sneakers uses to show my toes You wasn't steppin' those It never fails to cross my mind, so many times (oh, oh-oh) They tell me does it ever cross your mind When you, cross that line You got my heart under attack You said some shit behind my back You did some shit you can't take back I tell 'em make 'em face the facts now You turnt your back no turnin' back now People love to ask now Who, I, where, what happened huh? They don't know how I do it They just know the youngin' gettin' to it They know the youngin' been through it I've been gettin' too high, I don't give fuck what they doin' Pull up they like there he go Takeoff they like where he go? Humble yourself I kill ego I know you only get fly on occasion Sum of the equation you are not equal Bite my floor but he not here tho I ain't at the top they still can't top me tho (yeah, yeah-yeah) I'm on the ground from the A.M. to P.M to A.M (ayy) Couple niggas been in my DM, I hope they prayin' I ain't slay 'em (yo) I heard they doin' shit just for a name, y'all can never let em play 'em (no) Plenty bullets come behind his name I can have my shooter lay him (brrt, brrt) That's a man down We gon' shoot regardless put your fuckin' hands down We gotta, whole lotta, whole lotta drugs we ah fuckin' band now (yeah) I gotta, whole lotta, whole lotta fronts, I'm the fuckin' man now (yeah) I'ma keep livin' my dream Get money in my genes, money in my jeans (yeah) Tell 'em it is what it seems Niggas underate my grind, the fuck do you mean? (yeah) I don't wonder why they hate I go blind just like Stevie (yeah) My flows no VVS (yeah) Prolly in your whole TV (yeah) It never fails to cross my mind, so many times They tell me does it ever cross your mind When you, cross that line They don't know how I do it They just know the youngin' gettin' to it They know the youngin' been through it I've been gettin' too high, I don't give fuck what they doin' Oh Oh, oh, oh