3AM IN ATLANTA

I ain't really have too much

The clown of the class, I was down bad back when my bag wasn't up

My pockets had dust, now my pockets stuffed cause now I be vacuuming stuff

Now I'm running the classroom and stuff

Now whenever I'm flowing, that shit be running like it come from the bathroom and stuff

Why y'all niggas keep asking me stuff?

When you know that I'm sturdy but I come from Jersey where niggas be ratting and stuff

And that shit still ain't clear to me, why you comparing? Them niggas cap and they bluff

And that shit still ain't clear to me, why you comparing? Them niggas cap and they bluff

Them niggas cap and they uh

But I could get active, get a lil ratchet