12:45 Video (MV)

It's just past 12:45
I'm trynna die unless I hop up into the studio and just write
But that's the problem with me
Sometimes I get too deep
And it gets to the point where I buckle down to get by
Every f*cking thing that I try to do with my life
I either f*ck it up or not for me, something I decide
And this music thing is always calling out to my name
But it's not the money, hoes, bitches, or fame

It's the words, never really leaving my mind
It's the lures, fishing up inside of my pond
Ain't no cures, helping me get my head clear
Am I sure, that nobody pumping lead here

Ain't got no sad backstory I can write off of
Had a gun to my head but that ain't sad nah, cuz
That was flipping tree so everything about that shit's on me
Even though I wanna put all the blame on L3

But that's my life, always trynna just put out the blame
And even though I try to change, my personality the same
As the dad that i try to get away from, the feeling isn't the same, I play dumb
Lotta shit up on this paper, better say some
Lotta bands I gotta get so I'ma make them

I just got the Blue Yeti, last piece now I'm ready
To embark upon this journey, now my palms are sweaty
I been wanting to rap, ever since the fifth grade
But i never knew that there was politics with the pay
Because
Rappers really out here, talking 'bout stupid shit
Skinnyfromthe9ine is feuding 'bout who, some bitch
Stop f*cking 'round 'less you trynna get gruesome, grip
In the hand of the man who took out Tupac and Bigg
The same dude that knew, that Drake had a kid
Or the same shoe, came out, without dues to slip

Hands on her waist, ain't shit on my belt
Tell her Ima take her home and make her pussy melt
I know that she addicted, what caused that shit, my dick did
I'm slick with the way that I slip into a biscuit
Or some shit, I never hit with those assumptions, a muffin
That's what I'm motherf*ckin' McLovin
The bars are heat, but so is the oven
Now I'm on the beat, eatin, trust me I'm shovin
Everyone in the charts down, the bars now
Goin' up into my heart, in the bar shouts
Wow

Now I'm not a Narco but I'll scan you up like a barcode
Far bro, I'm makin' hella bank like Wells Fargo
Let me f*ck it, I nut quick so I'm buggin
The drugs hit now I be needin' some Robitussin

What's next, let's get talkin' bout what was blessed
Buzz quest, trippin' up off of the love nest
Mama sayin' she loves best, trauma goin' to bump chest, but let's
Not focus on reality, the game in my head, mentality
I'm gonna be the best but it ain't superficiality
I ain't got no worry 'bout the salary, Mallary, trust, you can not waste no Calories