8pm in South Central

Lyrics

[Intro] What time is it, 'bout 8 o'clock? Yeah, I could talk about what I'm doin' right now, where I'm at right now, but Right now, we in a good space I wonder if I can talk about them times when I ain't had shit Talkin' 'bout Smashin' down 180, stash spot popped open, thirty stick hangin' off my lap Nigga Regular fades, regular grades, nigga Yeah, uh, yeah [Verse 1] Had to roll the window down and feed them niggas bullets Who the fuck you think you talkin' to? You ain't no bully Lack of evidence is relevant when tryna book me Judge overlookin' everything, she probably shouldn't I was birthed in broken homes, I never knew my dad Moms could've paid that cash and dumped mе in the trash What a blessing, a successor of a dеadbeat dad I gave his ass a second chance, but I'm forever mad I got the right to, because I needed you A lack of love had me gangbangin' in high school Skippin' classes, shootin' dices, tryna fight too Tryna prove the point, nah, I ain't no buster as a bright dude And now you seen it well, knots and bruises too Knowin' I can't fail, the heights I climbed to You gotta watch your back, 'cause they'll slime you Hoes in my DM say I'm handsome and I like you [Chorus] But you don't know me, baby, 'cause I'm really crazy Need someone to help me soften up, I need some savin' So much anger in my heart because I love so bad Tryna be a better person, gettin' done so bad Homie switchin' up, usin' Peso for the sauce Bitches playin' fake, tryna use me for the cash I'm outside in AMG and I can't do the dash Book a left, I got no stash, I think I seen the crash, uh [Interlude] Nigga, what you know about this life, nigga? This shit get scarce, nigga I used to kinda feel like I had a place for just I used to be kinda like Thinkin' like damn, is this life? Like Is this all I got? Like I really been to a point where I didn't give a fuck, nigga, I really was with it, nigga Dead or in jail, nigga, dead homies, nigga, uh [Verse 2] I swear I almost shed a tear tryna make this song When I reflect, I'm all alone, but I know I'm strong On my own, since eighteen, I been payin' bills 'Magine I would've died young, who would've kept it real? I know my nigga Fifa would've kept my name lit I held him down through that whole trial, so he owe me this Nigga, and Deeski would've never got the get-back good He was chasin' hoop dreams and left me in the hood But it's all good, though, you know we good, bro If I was you, I would probably do that shit too (Facts) I was livin' crazy, would've pulled you in too So who am I to judge on what you should do? Yeah, G-Wagen on Forgiatos, me and my little bravado She ordered a Clase Azul, I added a fish taco Money the biggest motto, niggas be fake rich I pull out a hundred thousand and blow it, it ain't shit [Chorus] But you don't know me, baby, 'cause I'm really crazy Need someone to help me soften up, I need some savin' So much anger in my heart because I love so bad Tryna be a better person, gettin' done so bad Homie switchin' up, usin' Peso for the sauce Bitches playin' fake, tryna use me for the cash I'm outside in AMG and I can't do the dash Book a left, I got no stash, I think I seen the crash, nigga