3 PM in Skibo's Lyrics

Feds hit the spot I had to tuck the pack

Found a couple grams but they ain't find what was in the back

If I ever lost it bet I get it back

Copped a brick and made it two and now we on the map

They thought they had me but I'm slicker than a oil spill

The rental came with white inside like a orange peel

These niggas ain't nothing like me I was born real

In the kitchen cooking powder my bitches thought it was corn meal

Then I turned that shit legit I'm the shit

Niggas grinding for a dime I'm trynna spend that on my wrist

My phone buzzing on the wake up she say she need a fix

And I ain't serving in the city limits catch me in the sticks

Them crackers trynna take my freedom I ain't going

Lot of shit up on my mind I pop a pill to ease the stress so I don't show it

Fuck a therapist pull up on Tre and tell 'em record

Got to keep pushing long as I'm focused I'm moving forward

Gotta stay up out the way I'm trynna touch a hundred K

I was out here catching plays a hundred nights a hundred days

If the trap slow guarantee we running in your place

I was born to get the cake bitch you can see it on my face

Like a pimp he selling white girl call it Billie Eilish

Madonna in the trap bitch I'm feeling like Dennis Rodman

I'm thinking they forgot but I guess it's time for reminding

Every time I crossed paths with the laws I kept it solid

Every question they was asking my answer was I ain't know

They was trynna flip my words but I caught it cause I ain't slow

Want to see me in a cell with the criminals I ain't go

Bonded out I'ma fight from the crib cause I ain't broke