Hours (feat. Garry Lee) Video (MV)

Yeeeeaahh
I was down bad
Had to go and run me up a bag
Now these niggas mad
Now im hitting your bitch from the back
Had to really grind for a minute
Now a nigga getting it
Trying to pull up in a Bentley
Know some pussy niggas want to get me
I cant let them do it
If I up that bitch, then imma use it
Got to make it home to my fam
Nigga ill be damned
Never let them take my spot
Try to take my crown
Swear they build you up
Just to take a nigga down
Not right now, no way, no how
Im so high, its no way im coming down
I done came down in a Ford F1
Short bed truck
Had to switch it up
Know I had to stunt
Had to make them hating niggas mad
Because I was down bad on my ass
Apollo and Vibes Yeah
Came up cuz the bottom was full
Still remember me wrecking
The Cobalt in seconds
The diamonds still wet like a pool
Came a long long way
Young nigga run it up
Throw the bands in the attic
Yeah, Yeah
Use to go the wrong way
That figures type shit
Now the bands like magic
Yeah, Yeah
Everybody loves big talking in the game
Until a nigga gets mixed up
Everybody loves big walking in my lane
Because a young nigga glissed up
Somebody keep me on night watch
Because a young nigga wrist cut
My ex finna see me pull up
That bitch gone try to hook up
Counting them Hours
Seconds and minutes between
We made it without no power
To light up young niggas dreams
I look in they face and its sour
Check em' and finish
Then back to the CREAM
Cut the loose ends like tailors
Dog you cant even see the seams
Counting them Hours
Seconds and minutes between
We made it without no power
To light up young niggas dreams
I look in they face and its sour
Check em' and finish
Then back to the CREAM
Cut the loose ends like tailors
Dog you cant even see the seams
Yeah, Rarri
Remember way back in the script
At the bottom
When shit wasnt poppin
Sleeping in the whip
With my brother
The other and only one starving with me
Out in austin trynna make a hit
Dog we used to be up in the morning like offering
Just writing up verses, trynna see what click
At the time we was taking less dubs
And more losses, That faded our purpose
Even to commit
Now my hoes bad
They ballin'
The music I make aint for profit
This shit is a calling
I shoot for the heavens
To lay in the stars
So you always got clouds if a nigga start falling
A new constellation
All up in the roof of the wraith
When I pull up
Planets the be calling
Should stay off that lean
But I finished my duece at like eight
So I need to cop me a new soda
Counting them Hours
Seconds and minutes between
We made it without no power
To light up young niggas dreams
I look in they face and its sour
Check em' and finish
Then back to the CREAM
Cut the loose ends like tailors
Dog you cant even see the seams
Counting them Hours
Seconds and minutes between
We made it without no power
To light up young niggas dreams
I look in they face and its sour
Check em' and finish
Then back to the CREAM
Cut the loose ends like tailors
Dog you cant even see the seams