2AM in Mastic Lyrics

I'm from the drug house

Cousin crib got raided

Whole fam separated

Everybody medicated

I'm just tryna find my greatness

Dissing me like I'm gone stop just make me motivated

Bitches hit my line I know they lying I can't stand they faces

When you get a lil money

They gone try to take it

And then you take an L and everybody quick to say shit

I ain't average got me fucked up way too far from basic

Mastic to the U two cities coming up I'll praise it

And some my clothes I'd get from Jeans Town

Left imagine if I stayed I thank the lord that I ain't street bound

Time is bread see what they mean now

Can't ever trust no hoe

They all fake

They all cheat now

Damn

But she can slide, only for a minute

Then it's bitch goodbye

Always tryna say you on my side but you deflate my grind

Tryna walk this path you'll never walk a mile in mine

I can't ever slack if I got a bitch they always fire

Nails done hair down everything did right

Everything DID, YEA

Bitches dimes out here

Dimepiece

Harder now to find me

Smarter now thats high key Tre go harder picture IV

Don't care if they like me I been dolo since the 9th grade

Need to leave the crib cause if I don't then how I'm supposed to lead

How they supposed to eat if I don't got a plate in front of me

Moving way too focused to be caught up in ya fuckery

I just hope they loving me

These dreams of seeing money trees

Imma stick this in my end

In Mastic writing Lyrics On a Twin sized bed

Thinking how Im supposed to make it lately I just been on edge

I blew up pushed way past my ceiling fan

Hope whoever in a jam

Get out and go make millions

Not a felon

Pops told me don't get arrested

Everybody gonna test you

Up to you to stay compressed in

Cops gone hate on yo complexion

Shots stay firing out they weapon

Stay the course don't get deflected

Write this verse how I reflect it

Throw it back I'll prolly catch it

Tryna be in iridescent lights

On a stage rapping to the youth so they can hear this right

Hear this right

Right

Deuce up Thats Tre

Y'all got me fucked up so I have to start

Filling gas up at the Mastic Mart

I turned my pain and stress to abstract art

I'm going town to town just praying I don't crash the car

Going through my catalog put pain into this capture card