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Sleepy Hallow

6AM In NY

 

6AM In NY

(album: Sleepy Hallow Presents: Sleepy For President - 2020)


(Great John on the beat, by the way)

I know money make 'em change, they ain't the same
And I don't want your love, you can keep it if it's fake
I don't think they really love me always
I don't think they really wanna be around me all day
Can't nobody make the pain go away, uh
Can't nobody make the sunshine when it's gon' rain, look

Would you rather cry in a Benz or a Wraith? Huh
Would you rather die real or live fake?
You can see it in my eyes, I ain't really been okay
I used to be the nigga they thought would've been a waste
Now I'm running up the cake, I got shows in every state
I'll probably pull up early just to catch 'em while it's late
Chopper take a nigga out, I ain't talking 'bout no date
I hit you with your spouse, give a fuck about the place
I was trapping, you was up on the couch, look
Brand new designer, I can't spell that shit out, huh
I want some money, you just looking for clout, huh
We make it ugly if you running your mouth

I know money make 'em change, they ain't the same
And I don't want your love, you can keep it if it's fake
I don't think they really love me always
I don't think they really wanna be around me all day
Can't nobody make the pain go away, uh
Can't nobody make the sunshine when it's gon' rain, look

We just hit another lick, ooh yeah, niggas lit
Got all these blue hundreds, you can tell a nigga Crip
40 on me for the hit, couple thousand for the 'fit
And you can call it showing off, I'ma call it drip
Scammers loading up the bit', shooters loading up the clip
I know you see us going up, see us getting rich
I can't stop until the whole gang litty, look
And to the top, I'm taking whole gang with me, look
She said she love me, I don't know her name
Pour me up some codeine
Pull up in a big body same color cocaine
I just wanna ball like I'm playing for the A
Running through this money, I can't take it to the grave

I know money make 'em change, they ain't the same
And I don't want your love, you can keep it if it's fake
I don't think they really love me always
I don't think they really wanna be around me all day
Can't nobody make the pain go away
Can't nobody make the sunshine when it's gon' rain

done

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