12am in San Francisco by Bobby Grand Lyrics
Intro -
Two thumbs up, I guess that’s a go!
You know I just be thinking about some things
Sometime
As an artist, my mind is prone to roam
See if I can’t illustrate this feelings right quick
Verse 1 -
Look!
I’m dealing with extreme inspiration
And I’m tryna check my ego
Cuz they say he’s a cocky fuck wherever that he goes
Yea
See there i go again speaking in third
With no pen
Straight from the heart, lethal with words
So fly I’m in the sky
Leaping with birds
Now gimmie a second, I’m tryna grow my wings
As I plan to take over the globe
Perfectionist thoughts
Taking my time when painting
Perfecting the art
These other rappers get straight to the point
Darts
Cutting class I call it, rejecting the smarts
They stink & when they come around?
Ppl leave, farts
I know you smell that shit!
So why don’t you run & tell the labels
Go & shelve that shit
Put a mill behind the boy
& come sale my shit
Damn
& they say Bobby James, do it yourself
Which for now means free
& I do it for health
Don’t get me wrong
I ain’t saying I do it for wealth
But damn, I’m a grown man!
I gotta eat
& I got hunger pains
& This shit starting to hurt
Im tryna get full, till I’m starting to burp
With a buzz that’s got the ladies starting to flirt
& TMZ & Worldstar, they’re throwing the dirt
Talking bullshit bout rumors that they heard
Word? Assassination of character
Im tryna make B.I.G.’s so come to life
& I know it sound Tryfe, but I’m like
Fuck a wife!
If I can have ten R&B singers in twelve nights
One question
What I look like, with a ring on this finger
Gotta forgive that mind-state
I was bless with the gift of mind rape
Steal her thoughts & replace them with my face!
& thats for them niggas back at home
When I was 12 years old getting capped on
Before I met a brush, getting my naps on
Now I’m thieving, My target?
Your chick
Getting my “snatch” on
& it s a marathon
But after that? You can have her back
Don’t forget her thong
And I know they say revenge is wrong
But I ain’t really do shit but put you in a song
Now i get em mad, red nosing like a clown
You can't stand me? Sit your ass down
While I watch my dough stretch like elastic
You waking up, every morning to that Lucky’s job
Paper or plastic? HA HA
Im 2nd guessing getting a deal
But I just wanna get on like a power socket
Take off like a rocket
Hater thoughts I just block it
They just mad because they chicks knock it
Moms love it! They cousins like
Who dat?
And if I drop a mixtape it’s a trending topic
You’re dealing with one man with major goals
Tryna sell out the Garden with presale tickets
So get it while you can
I’m high in demand
Like AT&T bills, you’re over your minutes
Wanna rollover, first switch services
Leave that rapping for the talented
You niggas purposeless!
Can’t you see that I’m driven?
Like an old car, with a million miles
I’m hitting Homeruns, you got a million fouls
& a trillion fillers
Recognize like a Drake single
It’s “Over” nigga
Get your Miller Genuine Draft and hit the curb!
It’s my turn
Outro -
You heard right
Its my turn
I heard they was looking for me
Well, here I am
"Hood Scholar" out now
"Better Than Good Enough"
Coming soon
Stay tuned!
Two thumbs up, I guess that’s a go!
You know I just be thinking about some things
Sometime
As an artist, my mind is prone to roam
See if I can’t illustrate this feelings right quick
Verse 1 -
Look!
I’m dealing with extreme inspiration
And I’m tryna check my ego
Cuz they say he’s a cocky fuck wherever that he goes
Yea
See there i go again speaking in third
With no pen
Straight from the heart, lethal with words
So fly I’m in the sky
Leaping with birds
Now gimmie a second, I’m tryna grow my wings
As I plan to take over the globe
Perfectionist thoughts
Taking my time when painting
Perfecting the art
These other rappers get straight to the point
Darts
Cutting class I call it, rejecting the smarts
They stink & when they come around?
Ppl leave, farts
I know you smell that shit!
So why don’t you run & tell the labels
Go & shelve that shit
Put a mill behind the boy
& come sale my shit
Damn
& they say Bobby James, do it yourself
Which for now means free
& I do it for health
Don’t get me wrong
I ain’t saying I do it for wealth
But damn, I’m a grown man!
I gotta eat
& I got hunger pains
& This shit starting to hurt
Im tryna get full, till I’m starting to burp
With a buzz that’s got the ladies starting to flirt
& TMZ & Worldstar, they’re throwing the dirt
Talking bullshit bout rumors that they heard
Word? Assassination of character
Im tryna make B.I.G.’s so come to life
& I know it sound Tryfe, but I’m like
Fuck a wife!
If I can have ten R&B singers in twelve nights
One question
What I look like, with a ring on this finger
Gotta forgive that mind-state
I was bless with the gift of mind rape
Steal her thoughts & replace them with my face!
& thats for them niggas back at home
When I was 12 years old getting capped on
Before I met a brush, getting my naps on
Now I’m thieving, My target?
Your chick
Getting my “snatch” on
& it s a marathon
But after that? You can have her back
Don’t forget her thong
And I know they say revenge is wrong
But I ain’t really do shit but put you in a song
Now i get em mad, red nosing like a clown
You can't stand me? Sit your ass down
While I watch my dough stretch like elastic
You waking up, every morning to that Lucky’s job
Paper or plastic? HA HA
Im 2nd guessing getting a deal
But I just wanna get on like a power socket
Take off like a rocket
Hater thoughts I just block it
They just mad because they chicks knock it
Moms love it! They cousins like
Who dat?
And if I drop a mixtape it’s a trending topic
You’re dealing with one man with major goals
Tryna sell out the Garden with presale tickets
So get it while you can
I’m high in demand
Like AT&T bills, you’re over your minutes
Wanna rollover, first switch services
Leave that rapping for the talented
You niggas purposeless!
Can’t you see that I’m driven?
Like an old car, with a million miles
I’m hitting Homeruns, you got a million fouls
& a trillion fillers
Recognize like a Drake single
It’s “Over” nigga
Get your Miller Genuine Draft and hit the curb!
It’s my turn
Outro -
You heard right
Its my turn
I heard they was looking for me
Well, here I am
"Hood Scholar" out now
"Better Than Good Enough"
Coming soon
Stay tuned!