608 AM in Cleveland

[Intro: talking] (gulp) Drinkin’ water at like 6. Yo shout out Tommy. We in Cleveland and he made some heat [Hook] Tell me do you know Baby tell me how you feel I been on the road Getting geeked up with some friends It's 3am And I don't sleep These stomach pains can keep me up I’ve been up for weeks but can’t name nobody keepin’ up Oh man I know this time gon' be different In the city where we fucking hoes Yo’ hoe we prolly hit her If you owe me Need it Need it fast (need it fast) Lonely homies Out here blowin’ bags (blowin’ bags) Treat my city like some shoulder pads (shoulder pads) I been tryna get it cracking for months [Verse] You know I can't do no luck Shawty came through in the clutch Like I do whenever there is a drought out Keep bad bitch With a loud mouth Been 3 years since I moved outta my mom’s house Been minute since I broken a’ ounce down Been a minute since I asked for the price now Been a minute since you had a minute Your 15 seconds been timed out I been on it for a while now The mean mugs turn to fake smiles Back then hoes stood up on me Now they up in my room with they face down And they ass up Tryna get passed round Imma bougie nigga I won't fuck her But I let her neck me till I pass out You know I hit the ground running Shout out that young nigga 40 We dirty dancing for somethin’ Rep my city out in Cleveland Drinking mad dog on the weekend Tweaking Seeking Bitches who like being facetious Jesus I know they hate with no reason Treason They stay committing These niggas gone change like the seasons [talking] Fuck, I need another sip of water on that. Shit Were you looking for me? Nah nah, that’s some Wayne shit I fuck with it though, off that Carter III, but yea its 608 right now I can't imagine what time its gonna be when y'all get it This [Hook: outro] Tell me do you know Baby tell me how you feel I been on the road Getting geeked up with some friends It's 3am And I don't sleep These stomach pains can keep me up I’ve been up for weeks but can’t name nobody keepin’ up (fades out) Oh man I know this time gon' be different In the city where we fucking hoes Yo’ hoe we prolly hit her If you owe me Need it Need it fast Lonely homies Out here blowing bags Treat my city like some shoulder pads…