2am the night till young, live by the gun you gonna die by the gun, ain't no hand dot for nobody when I ain't had shit in all of me nothing, when I quiet I be thinkin' about killin' a lot of ***** bitch made stay in there feelin' I know I'm a real artist, like if I really wanna sing to him I really go down like, sweet lady, would you be my sweet lovin' all life Daaamn, yeah.