3AM (Freestyle) Lyrics

Get hip or die, nigga

Huh

It's 3 a.m

Huh, let's stick with it

Hands on shit, man, that's real business

I ain't stopping till I die, get a mill' ticket

3 a.m., rappin' in the booth, I be slowly sippin'

If you ain't up, at least a hundred, I ain't tryna listen

I ain't tryna kick it

These hoes truly come and go, cause they morals missing

I'm old school, mentally, cause I don't fuck with niggas

If it ain't exotic shit, I ain't tryna sip it

Blues hanging out my pocket, I don't wanna spend it

I'm that type of nigga

Invest, leave a couple months, come back, I'm trippin'

Bro really tryna bust a play, but he ain't tryna risk it

But he gotta sacrifice for his little, nigga

That's a true story

The road, niggas, is going down, it ain't no glory

I gotta get the last shot like I'm Robert Horry

I stay away from these hoes, they ain't enough for me

Sunrise alarm, hit waking up, yawning

Making pape, on my mind, ain't no pussy on it

Niggas out here making threats, but they ain't doing none

I be trying to press shit, but that ain't good for me

Giving niggas Chef Curry, but that's 30 of em'

Everything a nigga say, don't amount to nothing

Disappear for a year and come back with something

I'm 19, but I trapped about 100 summers

Nigga