2 AM IN LA (Interlude) Lyrics

Close the curtain, turn the cameras off

Shut the door, shut the lights off

Added filters hiding true glamor

Picture perfect, not a perfect person

Back to these 4 walls, damn Momma I'm Back to these walls

Went from broke to blessed, foldin' checks at photo session

Flow fluorescent, y'all rap with no expression

No progression, holy essence, are your sins in question

Hov's intervention, black Smith N Wesson

Hearing bullets ringing, like doorbells pressed in

Black disciple, seen it all from a youngin

Drowning NyQuil, violence cycles, fucked up summer

Inside blaring screams of the teens

Couldn't live my life in fear of them T's

Rapping in my genes, I'm bout 'ta tear the seams

Relapsed on ink, knew I need therapy

Leaf in the wind, ascending to a higher being

Don't do it for the fame, I do it for the me

Take the cash down, cause it's guaranteed

These wheels turn at a violent rate, the circle of hate

Past like burning ashes, we don't throw it away

I'm working, working, working, working, the quote of the day

When you become stable, you done worked your life away

The wealthiest places in the world are not the gold mines

Oil fields

Or diamond mines

Or banks

The wealthiest place in the world is the cemetery

There lies companies that never started

Masterpieces that were never painted

In the cemetery there is buried greatest treasure of untapped potential

There is a treasure within you that must come out

Don't let the grave take your treasure from you