Jabb - Trap Hours (feat. Eyezz T2)

2 A.M. I'm waking up in cold sweats
Money on my mind but, more so who to kill next
You jumped in that water and you drowned tryna big flex
Never test the depths with both feet, I'm a real threat
RIP to Turk I say your name and it spark interest
I probably could've said a life if I had read that missed text
Weight on my shoulders and streets, I'm a bench press
Had Beek urine for me every time I had to piss test
3 A.M. I call her up and tell her come through for some loving
I ain't even tryna hit I'm just tryna be next to sum
Thoughts running wild man I swear I can't collect for nothing
She play with my hair I rub her thighs until I think of sum
Sam or Stevie in rotation while the speakers run
How they call you JABB but you known to fucking keep a gun
Ima have this bitch on me same day the reaper come
And I bet he catch this whole clip if he reach for sum

4 A.M. just left the spot we had that section jumping
The waiter recognized the vibes just keep them bottles coming
I guess its hard to see success when we came from nothing
And plus your bro up in that trap they doing backwards hustling
I guess its hard to see the dream when you bad with money
My bitch see it in my eyes I see the greatness coming
Like how he calm but that boy quick to blank for nothing
One in the chamber wish a nigga would think bout jumping
Aye reminiscing bout them times when we was fucked up
Or all that time up in that cell that help me boss up
5 A.M. just hit the booth gotta keep that glizzy with me
Cause I know they want me dead won't let em paint the picture
A different breed but I move at a different speed
And if you somehow freeze this frame its still no pausing me
A royal stepper can't compare us to the next nigga
We getting money take your heart up off your chest nigga

6 A.M. I'm waking lil mama up for romance
I got a lil time before I step so I slow dance
Came a long way from hitting licks and having no bands
Remember me, I would always cry before I throw hands
I'm a devotional trapper, I'm an emotional rapper
I just might shed a tear after I smoke me a rapper
Man the whole game steppers, but I know who the cappers
I can tell they sweet, I ain't even gotta open the rapper
7 A.M. I'm at the church confessing my chapters
Forgive me for sins then go smoke with the pastor
I give em all, trip and fall and I can hear the laughter
But I'm a ball at all cost just run me the math bruh
Chess not checkers make ya best or ya biggest move
I know numbers don't lie but I know these niggas do
That mean you can have 100 mill and you still fu
Life on the line, you gon bbq or mildew

Aye when night falls and sunrise we still cooking up
This 8 a.m. morning breeze motivation enough
Just when I think bout the ones who wasn't patient enough
Then I snapped back, thanks for waking me up
See I'm from them trenches nigga right here be them trap hours
I remember waking up with all the crack addicts
Afraid to hit the spot and my mama be back at it
This a different feel roll the windows down, 90 and we smoking
Switching lanes in the coupe and play this track from Da Oceans
Its crazy how they try hard to be us
Give a nigga everything he still couldn't keep up
Hard on you if I love you I'll give you my last
This coming straight from the heart I never wanted shit back
Hard on you if I love you I'll give you my last
This coming straight from the heart I never wanted shit back

Written by:
Jordan Adams

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