Marsh B. - Almost

It's 2:45 in the morning
We just getting loose
We just pre-gaming
Yeah
You know what the fuck going on
Best believe it I'm back in my bag and bitch I'm just warming up
Imma turn up the city soon as that 3 in the morning come
Early bird get the worm but I'm nocturnal living my nigga you know that I want it all
There'll never be another like me my nigga I'm 1 of 1
Bitch I stress it so much kuz I deeply mean it, even if you blind you can easily see it
Putting on weight every beat gets eaten like some reeses pieces or a freak that's fiendin for the kid
Now they baby daddy be in my biz
I don't show much they can't see what it is
Baby mama still hit me for the dick
I'm not a cook but I be in them ribs
Lately I been feeling like my daughter, any given moment I could flip
Niggas talk down ain't never traveled how are these niggas a trip
Soon as 3 am roll around, ya woman be ready to sin
Soon as she leave she gon tell all her friends, next night back at it again
She gon pull up on me in that Audi, I make her cum n she outtie
Cut off my last lil thotty she wanted allowance I wouldn't allow it
Niggas love me but be sour
While i'm livin they won't give me my flowers
But let me get popped by a nobody bet they act like they got me
Fuck em
Got my energy in the right place a nigga almost went crazy
I had lost my motivation I almost got lazy
Yeah a nigga almost quit till I seen I'm almost there
The waits almost over it's almost 3 am
That 3 am comin, the wait is almost over
I almost gave up I couldn't kuz this youngins a soulja
I done went dead broke and I almost folded damn
I almost blooped out on the ones who said they hold me down
But it's all good, I got thru it but I almost didn't
How could I keep my head up when a nigga was almost winning
Could've sold my soul to get it and I almost did it
I almost turned into a low life but my approach just different
Demeanor like no other, I'm 1 of 1 and that's on my mother yeah
I don't need to sugar coat shit, no need for me to butter down
Which means niggas toast on these beats, yeah I'm back comin round
I gotta truckload full of heat
I ain't come to fuck around
She gon pull up in that Rari, fuck in the back of the Masi
Her man keep back to back calling, she trying to swallow while giving apologies
Oooohhh
Oooohhh

Written by:
Marshall Bradley III

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