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1 A.M. – Antique Lyrics
Casual (Prod by New Dersey)
Verse 1:
Uh, Uhuh uh
Yeah yeah, Uhuh uh
Yeah, Yo, uh
Take a walk around the block in my shoes
you’ll be feeling all them colors and them light blues
Got your own agenda with nobody else beside you
You just want a homie you can call up and slide through
You just tryna chill, express the way you feel
Have a good time
Find a couple beats, spit a rhyme
Have a good time
So hit me up – we should kick it
You can tell me how you live
All I really want is healthy conversation
Hook:
On some casual shit, ca-casual shit
On some on some
on some-on some- casual shit
x2
Verse 2:
Kids today smoking weed, that’s the only way they bonding
Don’t wannabe your friend if we don’t have that shit in common
Truth be told I used to be that kid smoking it like everyday
Papers pipes blunts bong smoking every way
Nowadays sober minded working up to my career
And I been looking for my friends, it’s like they disappeared
Walking down a lonely road, it’s getting cold
But I ain’t hating homie, I’m just getting old
Too focused on my shit, I know that I been losing sight
Too caught up in this life, I think about it every night
And I don’t wanna feel the pain, I know that all yall feel the same
I just need to speak my mind to get this weight up off my brain
I know it sucks feeling useless, you ain’t got to prove shit
Get to know me through my music
Fuck it hit me up, let’s do shit
We can chill anywhere
Aye yo we ain’t even got to do shit
Hook:
On some casual shit, ca-casual shit
On some on some
on some-on some- casual shit
x2
Yeah, on some casual shit
Yeah yeah on some casual shit
Verse 3:
Too many fake kids on the block
I closed my door and kept it locked
Peaking out my window every time I heard a knock
I ain’t about all that, what’s the point in trying to front
I just keep it real, speak my mind and stay blunt
No use in wasting my time trying to be when I can grind
Shit I am who I am, if you don’t like me well that’s fine
I stay true to myself and that’s all I really know
A quiet kid who likes to rap but that’s all I really show
There is more to me than the blind eye can see
I stay reserved cuz’ I don’t need nobody else judging me
1 A.M. yeah that’s me, I observe then I speak
You know I keep it real G every day of the week
And that’s really just it, I don’t know what else to say
My life is like yours, its hard work and hard play
So hit me up
We should kick it you can tell me how you live
All I really want is healthy conversation
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1 A.M. – Antique Lyrics
Red Chucks (Prod. by DeeGee)
Verse 1:
Yall Already who the fuck this is
On that HF shit all about my biz
Yeah if you ain’t know better listen in
One time for you bitches I won’t say again
Uh, I got my red chucks don’t give a fuck
Why these chicken heads all got to cluck
Why they talking low, won’t speak up
Like I said though I don’t give a fuck
Uh, I don’t take shots I call shots
I’m the motherfucking boss of the whole plot
Never got stopped, no tick tock
And I shot these cops like Tupac
*Deep Breath* POP POP nigga
Shit goes down better drop nigga
You don’t really know what they sold for a little pot of gold
No box nigga
Don’t get it twisted na
I ain’t finished na
This life is getting so hard, no time for getting soft
Hook:
I got my red chucks on, I got my red chucks x2
Yeah red chucks don’t gives a fuck, gives a fuck
Verse 2:
Fuck laying down Ima stand my ground
Hustle real hard Ima stack that pound
Mic check Ima bring that sound
To anybody everybody – bring it real loud
I know you hear me woah
You know I keep it gold
To that motherfucker signing suckas I’ll never sell my soul
Cuz’ I know I’m real dope, coming to the mic I feel dope
Shitting out tapes, everyday getting face
And I’m stacking my plates I’m real dope
Ready for war, machetes and swords
Kick in the door now you on the floor
Bitches and whores, sinners and thorns, the blood and the gore
I’m here to stay so get out my way
Tryna do my thang, no time for play
Each and every day I’m tryna hustle
Out here tryna eat, you know the struggle
You already know who the fuck this is
Red chucks bitch all about my biz
Hook:
I got my red chucks on, I got my red chucks x2
[Yeah/Uh] red chucks don’t gives a fuck, gives a fuck
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1 A.M. – Antique Lyrics
The 6 Time (Prod. by Penacho)
Verse 1:
Yeah, this some real shit
I grew up without a father
I grew up on tough love
I grew up in the ghetto where nobody gives a fuck
Where the kids die young, buy drugs and take drugs
Where the kids die young, make drugs and slang drugs yeah
It’s all about that making that money
Everybody so serious yet people act funny
Too concerned about the wrong things
They never seeing what the wrong brings
The 6 time
Chorus:
I never thought I’d live to see the day
We be living in the end times, people say, people say that
Do no evil there’s a better way
But I can see no good when there’s evil in the way, foreal
x2
Hook:
Love is absent from the picture that was painted
violated and they stained it
blind the future so its baited
x2
Who the fuck knows what’s going on
It ain’t hard to invade when the people too on
x2
Verse 2:
Pyramids, many pharaohs
Many signs pointing arrows
Advertising Illuminati yet the visions very narrow
Don’t get too caught up in your own shit
It’s very hard to stay focused, focus
Foreal, foreal
People blind always looking for that scapegoat
Every time they always hitting with the same quote
“Possibly it can be the way that we were brought up”
Or possibly they got us right where they want us
Chorus:
I never thought I’d live to see the day
We be living in the end times, people say, people say that
Do no evil there’s a better way
But I can see no good when there’s evil in the way, foreal
x2
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1 A.M. – Antique Lyrics
Don (Prod. By KGbeats)
Verse 1:
Bitches start trippn, uh
There’s a reason I don't fuck with you
What you ain’t getting huh?
That's the reason I don't fuck with you
Dramas never needed in a G’s life
Mind your own shit, fuck up outa mine
You can keep on hating, Ima still shine
I gota alota bidness, got no time
I’m da motherfucking Don with this
A.N.S. til the death I can promise this
You will never get the best
I got all my shit
I hold it down, I’m Aquarius
Bitches still be tripping, hilarious
I’m just tryna do my thing & carry this
Into another whole level, I’m serious
You serious, I’m serious
So who the fuck is really fucking with me, Huh?
Who the fuck really feeling me
Diehard fans still stick with me, yeah
New shit and its killing me
Cuz’ I got fire for they ass
That no one can ever match
These other rappers got no class
but I’m just tryna make it last never mind
fuck that I got no cash-new plan
Ima kill tracks for a living
Your favorite rapper Ima kill em
Black letters off the ceiling
Dark lights and I’m chilling
Why everyone tryna rap
Say they living in the trap
Talking this Talking that
Honestly it’s all crap, honestly you on crack
Honestly you can’t rap
You got no style bitch
Talking shit you know what you gon get
It’s been awhile bitch
It’s been awhile since I made a fucking diss
So feel special, Yeah
You a special ass bitch
So go ahead talk your shit, bout me
Not getting on a track with your ass
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1 A.M. - Antique Lyrics
They Don't Know (Prod. by ITrezBeats)
Verse 1:
Uh, Uh, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Get out the car bitch I gota go
Before I let the ambulance carry you home
You wasting my time I'm breaking your dome
This trappin is life can't leave it alone
Motherfuck these people huh
Said motherfuck these people
Holding me back, they stabbing my back
Motherfuck these people taking they crap
They know that I rap
They know that I slap
They know that my skill is the shit and they wack
They know every minute I get on the mic I be killing this shit and that nothing can stop my attack
I'm the motherfuckin Don you should know though
I live my motherfucking life in the slow mo
All these people all high on the co-co
And Ima just make them all mine with my mojo
[Sing]
But they don't know no x4
They don't know shit, they don't know this
They don't know real Hip Hop still exists
They couldn't tell which ways up which ways down
But Ima keep rapping til the day that I'm found
And Ima keep pushing and Ima stay high
And Ima just open my wings to the sky
Writing black letters they already know why
A.N.S. Hip Hop, til the day that I die
Bitch
[Sing]
But they don't know no x4
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1 A.M. - Antique Lyrics
Live and Learn (Prod. by Cool Kennedy)
Verse 1:
Til the lights burn out Ima be what I'm about
It's hard to get found if you standing in a crowd
It's hard to speak your mind when everybody too loud
I be losing all my patience every time I have to shout but,
time to take a little time
I need to find peace of mind but
I'm doing fine
It's that reassurance when I'm coming up to knock
Not believing what they say and call me something that I'm not
It's that
confidence when everybody else around
It's that
Strength to stand up when people push you down
It's that crowd
when they tell you not to quit
keep making that sound cuz you do it so well
Hook:
Til the lights burn out x3
Ima be what im
Til the lights burn out ima
Verse 2:
Tonight I put the pen down
I'm awake inside my dreams
I walk around in the same town
But everything ain't what it seems
See I wana train my eyes so I can see the light
To see the truth for what it is and not accept the lies
To influence the youth
I want to change some lives
To stand tall for the rights so I can calm the cries
Everyday can make the distance
Everyone can make a difference
The silent scream louder you just gota stop and listen
It's the outcast who didn't fit the vision
It's the man in the system who put us in division
Got the course set, set for us to crash and burn
People cut the line cuz they don't wana wait they turn
Telling us to keep calm
We shouldn't be concerned
Cuz life is life, you just gota live and learn
Hook:
Til the lights burn out x3
Ima be what im
Til the lights burn out ima
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1 A.M. - Antique Lyrics
Sad Kid ft. Epic (Prod. by Outspoken)
Verse 1: 1 A.M.
I count my blessings like you count ya money,
Life is gettin funny,
Feel the rain up on my skin even tho its sunny,
I light a candle to see the light,
Put my hand over the flame so i can feel the light,
Every year its like im driftin farther out to sea,
Fightin for exsistance i jus wana be,
Do you ever feel like they forget you exsist
Suicide on the mind its so hard to resist,
It's the lonliness, the unholy shit,
It's this empty ass room you try to forget,
But its closin in, i just wana get out,
I just wana be free spread my wings and get out,
But im stuck, where noone gives a fuck,
If i could die and go to heaven i would be in luck,
I hate pretendin that im happy frontin im not sad-i hate lookin at life and only seeing the bad,
I know im blind in my ways getin lost in the days,
I been runnin thru the dark tryna find my way,
I been lookin all around tryna find some help,
A sad kid with no friends tryna change myself,
Escape the emptiness cuz its slow and it kills,
Call up the therapist got me poppin them pills,
But its closin in, I just wana get out
I just wana be free spread my wings and get out
Chorus:
Yous a sad kid, sad kid, sad kid
(Theres no light where the sunshines)
I'm a sad kid, sad kid, sad kid
(It's all crime in the blood line)
[Epic: OG, yeah I feel you
the kid of shit we go through when we're just a little child, just a little fuckin baby man]
Verse 2: Epic
Looking back I'm glad i made it
I Went thru some tuff times
But I was strong enough to face it
Now a days I take shit for what it is
But the world weighed heavy on my shoulders when I was a kid
Little fucka running thangs on my own
But little did they know that inside
I felt alone
Now I'm all grown with a heart made of stone
But I still gotta lotta shit messing with my dome
Looking out the window when I was a little boy
Waiting for pops to come home filled with joy
But listen here son He ain't coming back
Here's letter from your father up in Quentin max
Now I'm smoking sticky green
Sippin brew getting smashed
Sitting in the dark reminiscing the past
No more laughs just pain
No happiness to gain
Praying for some help just so I can maintain
The cards I was dealt at such an early age
Had me stressed out
Hopin that I wouldn't see another day
The skies are grey no one by my side
The storms moving in and I got no where to hide
Will I ever find peace and live happy or
Find myself locked out of heavens doors
Someday I know I got to forgive
The things made me such a
Mutha fuckin sad kid
Chorus:
Yous a sad kid, sad kid, sad kid
(Theres no light where the sunshines)
I'm a sad kid, sad kid, sad kid
(It's all crime in the blood line)
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1 A.M. - Antique Lyrics
Your Love (Prod. by Luke White)
Verse 1:
1 2 My mind wild like the zoo
1 A.M. coming at you with my different point of veiw
Can I get a mic check I thought you knew
1 2 I spit flow like the flu, Sick
Young kid dreams bigger than reality
Taking on the world we don't need another casualty
But them hard heads say they wana try me
I ain't hiding Yo you know where to find me
408 is where it all takes place
I just hope you my name when you see my face
On my grind for so long
Ima keep holding on
Hip Hop we don't stop
Even when the beats gone
Hook:
Yeah cuz I be waiting on your love like
They be waiting on your love like
Yeah yeah, we be waiting on your love
x2
Verse 2:
Waiting on your love spent an awful lot of time
Let commitment hold me down cuz I'm down to do the crime
So many voices unheard it's so upserd
Whats the word, my dreams trapped inside like a caged bird
All my words are alive
I'm getting hungry
If I ain't ment to survive I'll die humbly
Yeah cuz they be waitn on us
And I'll be waiting on you until fate has brought us
But until then I'll keep moving my feet
Losing all of my sleep
Dreaming over a beat
Uh-Huh my last wish for existing
Is to everybody listening
Yeah and I'll be writing you forever just as soon as we're
together
Couldn't dream of nothing better no
Hook:
Yeah cuz I be waiting on your love like
They be waiting on your love like
Yeah yeah, we be waiting on your love
x2
Verse 2:
You don't know but yo you mean everything
Music in the right ears yo can change everything
Too many emcees not enough mics
We all fighting for your love but only few will win the fight
Life's hard, all I got is my art
I'm a flower on the wall but I'll give you my heart
Every poetic tune I be singing out for you
Forever healing my wounds and exposing them to you
Is the only way I'm ever gettin through today
Cause without this fucking tape my head won't stay
On, like the lights in my city when then sun dives
Cop sirens in the night made the thugs cry
Dam and when the song stops, another diamond in the rough dies
So let it play, let it play, let it play for them x2
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released May 25, 2015