7am in Miami by Josh DWH Lyrics
[Intro]
Yea
Yea, yea yea
Yea
Yea yea
[Verse 1]
I been waiting so long for recognition
Keep my head up above water, causing friction
Maybe I could be the one that you could spare
Maybe I could be the one to make you care
Please pass me the light cause my L not lit
How the fuck you hustle but you ain’t got shit?
People say the hustle but they ain’t got shit
Jacking that you packing but you don’t take trips
I call your bluff
I cause a fuss
I'm high as hell, I might as well just stop
The way it’s moving, I’m improving
Started on the block
Learned finesse from all of jigga’s raps
Took some risks, I’m never going back
Talking ‘bout me motivates the homies
Never scared to move all on my lonely
Gratitude with attitude, imagine
Everyone around you started acting
You show compassion, asking ‘bout what happen?
They look at you like you off white, now you blacking
I'm hoping that I could pay bills with this rapping
Cause I am not dealing with people no more
You make one mistake and they step on their break
And they shit on yo’ drive
Just to even the score
I seen it before
Yeah
That shit sound hot
Yeah that shit sound hot
Are you recording right now?
Cause if you recording, this would be great for it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Uh
Let me fill another cup and enjoy it while I’m here
Remember couple times, reminiscing bring tears
Ima be great, just give me couple years
I still got scars and I still have fears
Whats the point in being famous
When don’t nobody know what your aim is?
But everybody know what your name is?
All my foes remaining name-less
I would never call you out to mend
You the reason that I doubt a friend
Barely bringing anyone to my house again
Get the fuck up out my face
Ima count to ten
Don’t ever try asking what amount for spend
When it comes to the fam
There’s no amount for them
I make it count for them
Made friends with some strippers
Introduce them to my homies
Make it bounce for them
Can’t keep account for them
Don’t sell me no dream
I saw what the money could do for the team
I’m not interested in glitters and glamour
Cause you might know hitters and my friends have hammers
I’ll meet you at hammers cause it could get scary
I’m at a point whereas nothing could scare me
I’m just preparing
Plotting on shorty thats staring
I’m just hoping that shorty gon’ wait for me
Last shorty couldn’t even hold that weight for me
I’m just hoping that you wait for me
Mo’ fucka this is real life you just wait and see
You just wait and see
Yea
Yea, yea yea
Yea
Yea yea
[Verse 1]
I been waiting so long for recognition
Keep my head up above water, causing friction
Maybe I could be the one that you could spare
Maybe I could be the one to make you care
Please pass me the light cause my L not lit
How the fuck you hustle but you ain’t got shit?
People say the hustle but they ain’t got shit
Jacking that you packing but you don’t take trips
I call your bluff
I cause a fuss
I'm high as hell, I might as well just stop
The way it’s moving, I’m improving
Started on the block
Learned finesse from all of jigga’s raps
Took some risks, I’m never going back
Talking ‘bout me motivates the homies
Never scared to move all on my lonely
Gratitude with attitude, imagine
Everyone around you started acting
You show compassion, asking ‘bout what happen?
They look at you like you off white, now you blacking
I'm hoping that I could pay bills with this rapping
Cause I am not dealing with people no more
You make one mistake and they step on their break
And they shit on yo’ drive
Just to even the score
I seen it before
Yeah
That shit sound hot
Yeah that shit sound hot
Are you recording right now?
Cause if you recording, this would be great for it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Uh
Let me fill another cup and enjoy it while I’m here
Remember couple times, reminiscing bring tears
Ima be great, just give me couple years
I still got scars and I still have fears
Whats the point in being famous
When don’t nobody know what your aim is?
But everybody know what your name is?
All my foes remaining name-less
I would never call you out to mend
You the reason that I doubt a friend
Barely bringing anyone to my house again
Get the fuck up out my face
Ima count to ten
Don’t ever try asking what amount for spend
When it comes to the fam
There’s no amount for them
I make it count for them
Made friends with some strippers
Introduce them to my homies
Make it bounce for them
Can’t keep account for them
Don’t sell me no dream
I saw what the money could do for the team
I’m not interested in glitters and glamour
Cause you might know hitters and my friends have hammers
I’ll meet you at hammers cause it could get scary
I’m at a point whereas nothing could scare me
I’m just preparing
Plotting on shorty thats staring
I’m just hoping that shorty gon’ wait for me
Last shorty couldn’t even hold that weight for me
I’m just hoping that you wait for me
Mo’ fucka this is real life you just wait and see
You just wait and see