Drake - A.m. 2 P.m. Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Nickelus F]

Yo I wake up every morning shower gather my belongings

Yo I wake up every morning shower gather my belongings

Head to works I get some breakfast cause still a nigga 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 nigga 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 teeth

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' pass 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 niggas 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 piss huh?

Reached to do it and realized his dick stuck

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[Hook: Drake]

It ain't as easy as it looks we go through some shit

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 ass 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 shit 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 niggas 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 nigga's the next to win

Virgina gon' rep for him and Memphis represent for me

To the tenth 10 degree Tennekey T Dot to the country ya'll

Orangemen and White Haven an 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 pass the torch and sell they soul for enough to throw cash in storage

Maybe they can bring they career back

But these niggas 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 SKUMMY 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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