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2:17 a.m
Hip-Hop/Rap
2:17 a.m was released on June 19, 2026 by Wicked Dreams Ent. as a part of the album Have A Dream
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Release DateJune 19, 2026
LabelWicked Dreams Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Lyrics

Real ****, real ****, real **** radio
See the one the devil tempts the most
Are often God-anointed ones
The test is preparation for the testament, young ****
Tip link, time to tell your story, young ****
I have a dream like Martin Luther King
I had to go through the pain to get through the rain just so I can gain
They tried to hang me like Jesus
Thats why I got a cross on my face when you see me
I ain't painting, but when I'm sangin', you can see the picture
O.G. in prison told me the only man can stop you is the man in the mirror
I was at the bottom, now I'm here
From countdown to lockdown, the only thing you hear
My **** Bigga , say don't say how long you was gone
****, you're home, tell them how long that you been here
I learned my lesson, everything I see, now I see clear
Before I diss my ****, ****, Ill disappear
I can't hang around no **** who ain't got shit to lose
The only **** around me is some **** who got blues
Man, God sent me down, and he talked to me, and I listen
I came from prison with gray in my head, now I got wisdom
Now I don't need no rod, ****, all I need is God
I don't need no weapon, cause God won't ever neglect me
Just listen to my rhyme, aint gotta touch you what you feel it
**** ain't never been through no shit, so they gon' skip it
Money can't buy love, and love can't buy no money
I'd rather give me real conversation than give me money
Cause I can take that knowledge and power, turn it to dollars
Go through things without no rain, you can't grow no flowers
They with you when shit pretty, but get gone when it get ugly
I got it out the concrete, ain't get it out the muddy
Cause wasnt shit soft, bruh, you know that shit was hard
Tattoos all over my body, so you can't see the scars
Looking at the judge feel like this ****, thank he God
They can't put us in the field, so they put us in the pod
They took away slavery, but they ain't take away the cages
In cages, it's 80 percent **** that shit racist
**** rather cum in a bitch , than have commen sense
It don't cost to pay attention, but it cost to pay your rent
If it make some sense, then it'll make you some cents
Only way I hang around these **** if we getting lynch
Fuck what he think, Ben frank, the only **** that's a hunnid
Don't care if I blow, G, you owe me, boy, I need that money
Even in the summer, still gotta keep on the heater
Been through so much trauma, I can't even trust a preacher
Ain't gotta believe in me in God, I'm a believer
Only perfect man, they did dirty, man, look at Jesus
I have a dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
I have a dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
Written by: Quinton Artez Arnold
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