Drake

Drake - A.m. 2 P.m. lyrics

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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 tryna 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 tryna 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 

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 it in the heart of Pickering

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







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 tryna get that cash, then watch how tall it grows

Soon as we get the ass, we start callin' 'em hos

The concept you don't grasp, I'm guessin' you too old

And this is the life that I lead from AM to PM





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 

Hundred grand, Nickle F, that nigga's the next to win

Virgina go 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





Maybe they can bring they career back

But these niggas right here ain't tryna 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 

This can't be life, dominoes and 





Rest In Peace to SKUMMY this reality not funny rap!

You think it's funny till these youngings suck a bunny

Pull the jack rabbit out and get to screamin' where the money at?!





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 tryna get that cash, then watch how tall it grows

Soon as we get the ass, we start callin' 'em hos

The concept you don't grasp, I'm guessin' you too old

And this is the life that I lead from AM to PM









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