Dame G - After Hours

After hours up in 12 stories
Tequila chica aye Maria we ain't gotta worry
Ain't tell no lies this my momma story
Me, Shaniqua, Megan, Jerrie this the road to glory
They wouldn't believe it without the video evidence
Taps on the phone just for everything I ever did
Holding all the of the card now jokers wanna play relevant
Tasha taught me rise and fly now I'm 7 books in
Waking up to public figures in my my private life
Wasn't me or none of my niggas who ever had a strife
We been 10 toes from after hours to after life
You niggas heel to toe with niggas that won't see the light
I done spent a bag on shorty maybe twice
I'll turn around and do it again that's how I'm living life
3 in the morning cookin up like it's steak n rice
But this ain't nothing like hibachi nights
Get no sick days
Give all my problems to God say a prayer that's how I was raised
Never turned my back I did for niggas who wasn't the same
This ain't the life where you could play the fake
No second takes
My dawgs in Chicago winter time dropping rakes
In that Top 1% like a Gibson steak
Ma got Sunday service with TD Jakes for heaven sakes
They tried to take my life and I made heaven wait
Outbox any box they throw me in cause I'm heavy weight
New girl an angel take her out then home to heaven gates
She know I'm a demon never tired like I'm Kevin Gates
Loyalty requires my presence or requires the reverend
I'll let G sign for me on anything and never question
We might headline for essence man fuck ya connections
Oh now y'all fucking with the kid we gon need y'all confession
This the shit that keep me up at night
Turning my dreams into reality, that's the way of life
Cutting out distractions fucked around and probably lost a wife
But she'll be back if that money right
They get to excited with what I've done in life
Most of them ain't never been past they own street lights
I've walked the motherland to Tokyo during peak time
And still made it to Myrtle with honkho nem for the tee time

I need to give to you
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I need to give to you

Ain't this that shit that y'all want me on?
Talk about it like it ain't nothing cause that's the time we on?
New cribs, new whips, new women when it's time to roll
And I hardly spend my nights alone
We made moves you could only dream about
Top floor overlooking marinas I took the pool out
Champagne showers feeling flyer than an Eagle now
Still a young Nigga in the hills you know I stand out, Took a risk look how it panned out
I been working double shifts for like a month straight
Caps locked Still can't be that nigga and lie in ya face
Real shooters that a go to war for me, die in my place
Ain't no re-spawning, one chance gotta play it safe
The most hated when I fail they scream hallelujah
Don't get it twisted for a buck my lil brother a do ya
Carry these niggas like my sons imma need a doula
Praise be to allah

Written by:
Damion Gillespie II

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