Ab-Soul, Rapsody - 2 AM lyrics

Back-rubs on backbones and black booty
Ain't nothing else popping out here at 2 AM
If it ain't good intentions
Niggas out looking for food
Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos

I couldn't count on you yesterday nigga
Where you was?
Everybody ain't family just because
They call you cuz i know a few used to beens
And some that never was
And I ain't have to grow up in streets
I know it well enough
Growin' up with homies that grew up in it
Fell for some
Sometime after whoop, there it is for some
Just learning to hoop some
Look son ain't no unsinging
I mean I'll never be an unsung
My uncle had bad lungs and I
Hope my brother learned something
And he just tell me we
Gon' die from something anyway
But my motto ain't no need
To speed it up none
But my niggas like anyway

Back-rubs on backbones and black booty
Ain't nothing else popping out here at 2 AM
If it ain't good intentions
Niggas out looking for food
Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos

You know the freaks come out at night
How am I so bright but my
Eyes so sensitive to the light
That’s a balance you’ll never
Understand in your life
It's like you never play Jenga
Or Life in your life
Or like you never met a nigga
That got life in your life
I'm sacrilegious making sacrifices
Ain't I Christ? I tried to tell Lo God
Everybody got talent it's just what you
Do with it that matters
That's coming from one who
In acquiring skills saw
His words would eventually cut
Deeper than Skilsaws
See music is the king of all professions
That's partially
Cause even at crossroads it
Can bring Bone Thugz-N-Harmony
Hip is to be intelligent
Hop is for the movement
In other words if you
Ain't riding you stupid
We spreading like germs all
Over the whole earth
I propose to you a purpose for your own birth
To let your soul glow all
Over the universe y'all
Get it? We united by verses, all
Protons, neutrons, and electron, that's all

Back-rubs on backbones and black booty
Ain't nothing else popping out here at 2 AM
If it ain't good intentions
Niggas out looking for food
Or end up in intensive, down in county zoos

I couldn't count on you yesterday nigga
Where you was?
Everybody ain't family just because
They call you cuz i know a few used to beens
And some that never was
And I ain't have to grow up in streets
I know it well enough marcus Mariota
Came in with wings on my shoulder
Where I'm standing the grass the
Same green all over
Ain't gotta throw the skin cause
The lines don't flinch
Heartless in this department
I ain't changed a cent
I don't count on y'all the same
Math problems
The more I add, the more I lose
Math problems if my lane ain't like
Problem's with all diamonds
I know the pressure gon' bust
More than water columns
Y'all blow pipes like Whitney
Out this motherfucker
Singing my business to my
Other nigga's other niggas
Imagine if Ricky had a
Gun out this motherfucker
There woulda been a lot less
Blood in the street, get it?
I heard a ho nigga a ho nigga that talk
Nigga like he know niggas, no no nigga
I know niggas
I know common niggas act common
But I know Common
This bitch in you well all see
Yea I'm so honest
Come around talking big game
You ain't Torry homie
I don't drive pickup but I do dodge rams
This really all wolves all clothed as lambs
I'm really superhuman
Y'all just pose like Cam
Putting broads on the 'Gram
Get out my business, damn nigga
Don't like pigs
My mouth ain't even ham nigga
Know how to handle y'all
Call me Shammgod nigga
Know the game and when and
How to bounce quick
Cause I don't stick with those
I suppose I don't trust
Mama taught me right from wrong
Be aware of your clique
So I guess I gotta switch up my faculty quick
I see error in your ways
Ain't no future with it

2 AM the whole block up
Wanna be alone tonight
I pray no one no pop up
Chillin', some days I don't feel
Like comin' out my taco, shell
I know niggas who got goals like
Soccer who ain't doin' well
Living through me yellin' "throw
The Roc up!"
Instead of watching news, the days events
They never shock us
Know niggas around my way playing
Tata and chocolate droppas
Your feelings spillin' over
Hope there's someone there to mop up
Wanna let me ego go on you niggas
I'll be modest, I'll be hottest
I won't hide it
Call the kettle what the pot is
I'm black and proudest of that
Yea I made it from the bottom
Like I stood in line for hours for
Jordans and they ain't got 'em
I been disappointed
Took it and this the point
Some of you rappers corny
I know we all just fornicating
There's no debating my rating
Should be way up there with Lauryn's
If you colour me bad make sure
The colour you use is orange
I'm a Frank Ocean a realist
Only rock with the people that
Got that real in 'em
Carolina, what up? You know
I'm still with 'em
If they ain't rockin' like this then
We don't deal with 'em hey, uh
Only rock with the people that
Got that real in 'em
Carolina, what up? You know
I'm still with 'em
If they ain't rockin' like this then
We don't deal with 'em hey, uh