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big yba - 12:03 am lyrics

[intro]
mmm
i just be, i just be—
i just be up, thinkin’
my life some more sh+t
i can’t never seem to get this sh+t right
but i’m workin’ on
bet i tried to reach out to my granny, but i can’t never grab her
love the gang just like my mama had ’em
i love them n+ggas, oh, uh

[verse]
last night i tried to reach out to my granny, but i can’t never grab her
never treat my kids like pops did, i’d rather never have ’em (never have ’em)
even though we ain’t kin, i treat thе gang just like my mama had ’em (like my mama had ‘еm)
i was up fightin’ demons, these n+ggas never doubted
one day i’ll probably be able to rest when i’m dead
i can’t avoid all the voices that’s stuck in my head
i can’t get over the fact that i thought that you cared
pick up these pills, no prescription, and chew ’em instead (mmm, uh)
why this ho tryna keep up with hoes in my bed? (uh)
i ain’t got a heart on my chest, i don’t need my feelings spared (uh)
i tried to check for a pulse (uh, uh), but i still ain’t feel it there (uh)
it ain’t no feelings there
no need abusin’ these drugs ’cause it ain’t no healin’ that
i want n0body around when i ain’t near ’em
he even feel his own people don’t believe in him (uh)
and fifty left me in shock, can’t picture me leavin’ him (uh)
i’m still the same from that block when they ain’t believe in me (uh, woah)
ain’t had a home in a while, i felt like givin’ up, got a call from qc (uh)
they say i’m chosen, i respond, “take me far, i just see”
i’m still holdin’ on the pain from all the bros i had lost to the street (uh)
bro feel like it ain’t purpose, he lost in the street
ah, how you let ’em take you down when they ain’t the ones who built you?
he the type when og speak on knowledge, he don’t never listen (uh)
he used to aim for to hoop (uh, uh), now he used to pullin’ triggers (uh)
crackers don’t f+ck with our image, they look at us like k!llers
keep a cutter for protection, like kawhi, we ride around with clippers
the opps heard so many shots from out the car like we passin’ out liquor (uh)
i mean it, keep screamin’, “free swerve” until them people feel us (uh)
you ain’t missin’ out on sh+t, it feel like we in there with you (ah, uh)
[outro]
mmm
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
mmm, mmm

- big yba lyrics

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