CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 2 AM In Chevron
Dreams turning to reality
Looking like the mirror on the wall is looking out for me
Cause everytime i have a prayer session
Am talking to a picture that i know in person
Me talking to God he talking to me
Am looking at the sky like what could it be
If my prayers wasn’t answered
And i didn't get these chances i'd be damned with blood on the streets
You know the lessons get money or die trying
A lot of n***as dying cause they not trying
A lot of us don came under the cla** line
A middlе cla** but you know its hustle till the flat line
Flat linе
Flat line
Flat line
And these days am steady on some real sh*t
Stroke a chord on some Lauryn Hill sh*t
And i ain’t gotta say it on a pulpit
Check my history and you know a n***a done seen a lot of bullsh*t
Went from rock city to the cool kids
Went from trash cans to the blue print
A lot of lessons is taught
When you looking at a brother who got
A couple milli of some sh*t that he thought
And off some sh*t that he wrote
And some slang that he thought as a joke
Till the people started singing his song
Look at me now and look at me then and picture me broke
Am tryna win mehn can i get a million votes
Is like i battle myself the feeling is dope
So i don't worry bout anoter brother getting this dough you know
So we can all fly
Like the birds got feathers and they all fly
I know its hard as entertainers 'specially when you get famous
And you start to rock arenas they start to watch you demeanor like
When you start to rock arenas they start to watch you demeanor like
They start to watch you demeanor like
I believe we out here to inspire
Every little kid that is out there with the fire
Writing raps hustle stacks tryna get the buyers
I believe that i was made for this i believe that i was made for this
I believe that you was made for this hundred grand bet
A wise man told me go in or go home
And i got a big dream of living in gold homes
So i had to go hard and i put it on my mama
As long as alive am never going to go home
How ironic it that home is where the heart is
A brother out here really tryna build a throne
Cause brothers out here steady getting in the zone
So we can shine on em haters without a chrome
I can ball honest been on without a loan on us
Now i gotta hold me own on this
I even bought my sis a new whip that she can ride it too sick
Am glad that i can do this i used to be the school's diss
Teacher told me that i wouldn't be sh*t
Now am in the first cla** he in economy seats
He tried to call in his wife he hear my voice on the cellie
She tried to fix him a dish he see my life on the telly like damn!!
How did we make it this far
Ion even know how i made it this far
Come a long way
Choc City boy, SCC boy Zamani boy.... yeah
Looking like the mirror on the wall is looking out for me
Cause everytime i have a prayer session
Am talking to a picture that i know in person
Me talking to God he talking to me
Am looking at the sky like what could it be
If my prayers wasn’t answered
And i didn't get these chances i'd be damned with blood on the streets
You know the lessons get money or die trying
A lot of n***as dying cause they not trying
A lot of us don came under the cla** line
A middlе cla** but you know its hustle till the flat line
Flat linе
Flat line
Flat line
And these days am steady on some real sh*t
Stroke a chord on some Lauryn Hill sh*t
And i ain’t gotta say it on a pulpit
Check my history and you know a n***a done seen a lot of bullsh*t
Went from rock city to the cool kids
Went from trash cans to the blue print
A lot of lessons is taught
When you looking at a brother who got
A couple milli of some sh*t that he thought
And off some sh*t that he wrote
And some slang that he thought as a joke
Till the people started singing his song
Look at me now and look at me then and picture me broke
Am tryna win mehn can i get a million votes
Is like i battle myself the feeling is dope
So i don't worry bout anoter brother getting this dough you know
So we can all fly
Like the birds got feathers and they all fly
I know its hard as entertainers 'specially when you get famous
And you start to rock arenas they start to watch you demeanor like
When you start to rock arenas they start to watch you demeanor like
They start to watch you demeanor like
I believe we out here to inspire
Every little kid that is out there with the fire
Writing raps hustle stacks tryna get the buyers
I believe that i was made for this i believe that i was made for this
I believe that you was made for this hundred grand bet
A wise man told me go in or go home
And i got a big dream of living in gold homes
So i had to go hard and i put it on my mama
As long as alive am never going to go home
How ironic it that home is where the heart is
A brother out here really tryna build a throne
Cause brothers out here steady getting in the zone
So we can shine on em haters without a chrome
I can ball honest been on without a loan on us
Now i gotta hold me own on this
I even bought my sis a new whip that she can ride it too sick
Am glad that i can do this i used to be the school's diss
Teacher told me that i wouldn't be sh*t
Now am in the first cla** he in economy seats
He tried to call in his wife he hear my voice on the cellie
She tried to fix him a dish he see my life on the telly like damn!!
How did we make it this far
Ion even know how i made it this far
Come a long way
Choc City boy, SCC boy Zamani boy.... yeah
