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letra de am 2 pm - drake

[verse 1: nickelus f]
yo i wake up every morning, shower, gather my belongings
head to works, i get some breakfast cause, still a n-gga yawning
from the night before, at the club i was up i’m trynna live
only twenty two my nig, ’bout to be twenty three ya dig?
yo i wake up every morning, shower, gather my belongings
head to works, i get some breakfast cause, still a n-gga yawning
from the night before, at the club i was up i’m trynna live
only twenty two my nig, ’bout to be twenty three ya dig?
time don’t wait for none of us that’s why i gotta chase my dreams
make my momma proud so she can show off all her pearly t–th
and be half the man my dad was, i thank god he was in my life
i realize how many leave they wives so deep inside
either i, need to make this music work or move from the earth
i’m preachin’ fire, need a choir, ’bout to take you all to church
my congregation bombed the nation with this hip hop
we in the race to fame, blowin’ p-ss the pit stops
i heard the prize was some chicks and a wrist watch
and all you gotta do is go to jail or get shot
yeah nick cop but he ain’t never get popped
how we gonna get pop fans? give ’em a quick shot
now i get ya chick hot with my wrist watch
yeah shorty drip drop when it tick tock
it’s kinda sick huh? ay jay, put an end to all the bickerin’
and tell them n-ggas this is nick’s spot
they don’t keep it fresh enough i got it zip locked
saran wrap, anthrax, it make ya sick huh?
i’m hot as fire wanna put me out with p-ss huh?
reached to do it and realized his d-ck stuck

[hook: drake]
it ain’t as easy as it looks, we go through some sh-t
you cut us a check, then we go through some hits
then you show us respect, then we’ll say you legit
and this is the life that i lead from am to pm

i’m trynna get that cash, then watch how tall it grows
soon as we get the -ss, we start callin’ ’em ho’s
the concept you don’t grasp, i’m guessin’ you too old
and this is the life that i lead from am to pm

[verse 2: drake]
ayo i stay up every evening, write that sh-t that they believe in
djs run it, they approach me, and it’s praise i be receiving
from the night befo’, at the club, fake i.d. my record spins
got me dancin’ right outside since these n-ggas won’t let me in
well guess again, slip around the back and get it crackin’
and all the bottles wrapped in cellophane and party where the best have been
hundred grand, nickle f, that n-gga’s the next to win
virgina gon’ rep for him, and memphis represent for me
to the tenth degree, tennekey, t dot to the country y’all
orange mound and whitehaven, and back up north to montreal
i ain’t ashamed, my city ain’t on the map
people get to thinking they really light that fire, realize they ain’t born to rap
so they give it p-ss the torch and sell they soul for enough to throw cash in storage
maybe they can bring they career back
but these n-ggas right here ain’t trynna hear that
cause i’m on set, make it work, break even on 9 to 5’s
cigarettes and lotto tickets, tryna keep that grind alive
all my uncles, they hit the casino when they get they check
my cousins, they paint they slabs and pop pistols to get respect
this can’t be life, dominoes and chief and dro and twenty stacks
single mothers phonin’ cheaters just to get they honeys back
purple drink and trips to kroger’s just to get they money stacked
rest in peace to sk-mmy this reality not funny rap!
you think it’s funny till these youngings suck a bunny
pull the jackrabbit out and get to screamin’ where the money at?!

[hook]

- drake

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