2am in Vallejo - DaBoii

(GB on the beat)
Man, you know how this shit go, man
Niggas see the money and the fame
All the, you know what I'm sayin'? They see all the good, but they don't know what—
They don't know all the bad a nigga had to get to get here, you know what I'm sayin'?
Trials and tribulations, you know what come with this shit, man
Everything ain't all good, everything ain't all bad
On the gang, nigga

I don't trust niggas, they on phony time
I be holdin' up my wrist, I'm on the Rollie time
They keep sayin' I'm the one, I'm in my Kobe prime
If it was favor for a favor, bitch, you owe me mine
My uncle stabbed me in the back, I can't even trust the family
Keep it on you when you shoppin', it'll come in handy
Beggin' take the condom off, man, this ho demandin'
Cut my grass like every day, the people think I'm Stanley
Been through all the pain, so it can't faze me
Never stayin' safe, bitch, we stay dangerous
SOB the gang, bitch, you can't bang it
Every day, I pray to God, but he can't save me
Shit everybody doin' good if the 'Gram tell it
I can't be focused on these hoes, I'm a band bandit
When I had started goin' up, it had my mans jealous
You ain't gangster, you condone it if your mans tellin'
Stackin', starvin', 'fit from Target, but I'm fly as hell
That shit really ain't no zaz', can tell it by the smell
She keep beggin' me to fuck her, shit, I might as well
Before the rap was payin' bills, bitch, I had clientele
Everybody turned fake, I started acceptin' that
If he late on what he owe, I need an extra bag
Ain't havin' nothin' but them walls, I started stressin' bad
If I get hit up on the dice, bitch, I'ma bet it back
Carti shades, diamonds dancin', and the 'fit Supreme
Bitches starin', jaws be droppin' when I hit the scene
Need a leash for all this pape', it's fallin' out the jeans
I used to be the nice guy, I started movin' mean
You ain't really gettin' to it like I thought you was
You ain't have your first chain until I bought you one
In that room, I played it deaf, them people brought you up
When we slid, ain't want no money, shit was off the love
I don't smoke, I don't sip, and don't do Percocets
Bought my bitch a Gucci purse, we doin' Birkin next
She like when I fuck for hours, say it hurt the best
You don't really want no smoke, this shit'll hurt your chest
You ain't goin' codeine crazy, that's a green Fanta
He can't walk up, go and buy it, niggas need Santa
I ain't been fuckin' with nobody, I got three examples
Niggas hoes, niggas envy, and they be tellin'
They start postin' throwback pictures when the ball drop
When your back against the walls, who you call now?
Growin' up, I had no father, couldn't call pops
Stole his bitch, he blew the whistle, niggas mall cops, nigga