Part I: 3 A.M. Thoughts
[Verse 1]
I saw myself in the mirror and I was just wasn't proud
You been ignoring the open window that come around
I mean let's say we begin and being lazy's a sin
You rather get crazy with friends til you staging your end
And with all the time lost you degrading your pen
And now you living check to check, gotta save for the rent
No one to blame but yourself, could have the fame and your wealth
But niggas rather spend it all on chains and a belt
I mean I never understood but each is it own
I'm reminded of my faults when I'm deep in the zone
And you always gotta peep who you keep in your home
It ain't no fooling me twice, no repeating my wrongs
Because I learn, I learn all from my mistakes
I try to get it, I get in in different kind of ways
We come from crooked fathers, ancestors, Brooklyn Dodgers
Generated to gangsters, ballers, to crooks and mobsters
My generations be Christians, they tell 'em look for Harvard
So I run the game for saint but Reggie Bush the starter
I'm 'bout to wild today and cheer like it's 2008
Back when "My president is black" was something proud to say
'cause shit I haven't seen change and Uzi drive a green Range
And life is draining everybody's hope, it's such a mean game
It' slapped me in the face, I got a taste at just as teenage
Think about my past, I chose my path, I go complete rage
I feel just like a author, got a story to tell
Where you choose two paths, either glory or hell
I mean we all got a road to follow, perform shows Apollo
And just blow colossal, believe me I know
Some listening thinking "Damn, this far fetched"
But I'll be shooting for the moon and hit the stars next
[Verse 1]
I saw myself in the mirror and I was just wasn't proud
You been ignoring the open window that come around
I mean let's say we begin and being lazy's a sin
You rather get crazy with friends til you staging your end
And with all the time lost you degrading your pen
And now you living check to check, gotta save for the rent
No one to blame but yourself, could have the fame and your wealth
But niggas rather spend it all on chains and a belt
I mean I never understood but each is it own
I'm reminded of my faults when I'm deep in the zone
And you always gotta peep who you keep in your home
It ain't no fooling me twice, no repeating my wrongs
Because I learn, I learn all from my mistakes
I try to get it, I get in in different kind of ways
We come from crooked fathers, ancestors, Brooklyn Dodgers
Generated to gangsters, ballers, to crooks and mobsters
My generations be Christians, they tell 'em look for Harvard
So I run the game for saint but Reggie Bush the starter
I'm 'bout to wild today and cheer like it's 2008
Back when "My president is black" was something proud to say
'cause shit I haven't seen change and Uzi drive a green Range
And life is draining everybody's hope, it's such a mean game
It' slapped me in the face, I got a taste at just as teenage
Think about my past, I chose my path, I go complete rage
I feel just like a author, got a story to tell
Where you choose two paths, either glory or hell
I mean we all got a road to follow, perform shows Apollo
And just blow colossal, believe me I know
Some listening thinking "Damn, this far fetched"
But I'll be shooting for the moon and hit the stars next
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