12Am In Harlem Lyrics

Yeah

Better keep your grip for them problems

Twelve am up in harlem

A nigga talking shit go solve em

You trey eight or revolve em

Money rich no problem

We don't care bout no stardom

I walk it late cuz I'm hardened

Twelve am up in harlem

Packing my pistol serving the dope feens

Plus I'm reing up on my re up I'm using old cream

I used to struggle to be up to get my own things

Now a nigga hustle with his feet up I'm my own king

My niggas flossing with them huge glass bottles

Now we feeling like we bosses got a few black models

Got us leaning on them porsches we in full gas throttle

Till a nigga cause some ruckus then that ouu wap rattle

Think how many players wanna lax in that little urn

I'll show you how the semi spray boy that nickel burn

Get concerned

I could kill a nigga it's gon get adjourned

When the bullets spray you gon get it straight like you getting permed

So stop with all that chatter fore the clips tossed

Metal enter your frame have you grunting like rick ross

On my block you get killed or you get ripped off

Hammer to his face that'll tear a nigga lips off nigga

Better keep your grip for them problems

Twelve am up in harlem

A nigga talking shit go solve em

You trey eight or revolve em

Money rich no problem

We don't care bout no stardom

I walk it late cuz I'm hardened

Twelve am up in harlem

And now I'm on my old strip

Ran down on my old chick

She said she down for some old dick

A nigga hating bet the pound gonna gonna go click

Now I'm racing taking blunts to the facing

Mami head by my waisting

Being dirty she impatient

Now I know what she thinking I'm slowing up off the brakes and

We pulled over to the side and got it shaking yeah

I gotta go the sure way when I pass my ham

Broadway where them oyays won't try to tap a gram

Small pay for some small yay then back to Amsterdam

I'm seeing all these wolves like this Minnesota but that's my mans

I'm seeing all these fiends but that's a lost case

You know why they'll never get up in a boss face

Got a couple bottles of that henny we don't pour grapes

Threw a couple fevers on that dice now watch them all ace

You know niggas bubble and bake soda

You know it's harlem where niggas hustle and make quota

We take orders like we was up in the kitchen

We serving up and we flipping like its crown fried chicken

We different

We get it then spend it like it was horse play

That's our tradition keep money coming in all day

You know the boss play

See niggas hate when the boss sway

I got my feet up in my home I do this all day yeah

Better keep your grip for them problems

Twelve am up in harlem

A nigga talking shit go solve em

You trey eight or revolve em

Money rich no problem

We don't care bout no stardom

I walk it late cuz I'm hardened

Twelve am up in harlem