Correction Lyrics 1AM FLOW by RJmrLA

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Yeah, 1am on a Thursday night
Everybody out partyin'
JR, this beat really slap though

Ay, I looked up in the mirror and said "It's your time"
I looked at all my fears, said "It's go time"
You look at my appearance and we both shine
Bullseye on his neck make a bowtie
This year we goin' Muay Thai
OMMIO we like a brand, ain't got broke ties
Yeah, that's some real sh*t and we don't need permission slips for the field trips
Nah, ain't no phones when they slidin'
Nah, then we got poles when we flyin' in
Yeah, pa** them platеs, goin' platinum
Put the whole squad on the planе, n***a ask 'em
.30 in my Magnum, I done made anthems
My songs made hoes catch fades and orgasms
Bury problems that came back, Black Panther
My pops went from one up to stage four cancer
Sh*t, that was my life before rap
With some ups and some downs and some shots before that
Wasn't always outside, most the time was out back or shooting dice in my alley, n***a
Yeah, keep all your stripes, I need 'fetti, n***a
Take these marks and bring back Melly, n***a
Ain't got no heart, f**k that bullsh*t you sellin', n***a
What's in the dark, [?] who you tellin', n***a
Yeah, I never cared about no comments nor a cosign
Most you n***as quiet and be blind when it's showtime
I just want a Wraith or a Phantom I can ghost ride
Maybach and a Cullinan, like these both mine
Try me, it's just me and my crimie
Destroy the fullest, burn and chop up the body
But this just rap talk, DA gettin' grimy
Boss up, duck off, the streets can't find me
I'm on some OYG status
I could put you on and send fleece at 'em
F**k what she want if she ain't leave padded
I know she f**ked on the homie, I let the streets have her
Mind elevation
Meditation
Same n***as love you
But the same n***as hate you

Ay, armed security, eyes watchin', I move different
Ain't enough ice on poolside to have juice slippin'
And when you see your homie on the dead and news, different
Slide or get slid on, it's a huge difference
Scarred knuckles, my anger got the best of me
Beatin' on the walls 'til my baby momma testin' me
If it is big, we stole a bad boy recipe
Shoot a thousand lives 'cause the power can't rest in peace
Don't message me the text, I seen heaven air hoes
And we still gettin' rid of birds without a scarecrow
I remember when syrup sold hella low
Now my n***as charge an arm for the elbow
Hell no, ain't no business on them cellphones
'Cause what you sellin' ain't worth goin' to jail for
You tailgatin' while the 12 on your tailbone
Judge gave a n***a bail, what you tell for?

On the phone with IRS 'bout this business
Had me on hold, like fifty minutes
Rent really came, can't get evicted
I know n***as park sh*t to get a ticket
Stash gettin' full like it's junk mail
These lil' bars hoe, wait, it's a dumbell
Tone heavy meadow in a punk bale
N***as boxin' up bread like a lunch pail
You was a homie, do a homie, just a bystander
You the type to front your bro just to backstab 'em
Back bitin', back door me, I'ma bypa** 'em
It's a never ending story, n***as die rappers
F**k sendin' it, I'll fly it in myself 'cause you don't the know the feelin' when you can't find it in the mail
We on express way, travellin' no ref way
I'm bringing it back, my net pay
I'm bleedin' with this jefe, yeah

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