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3 AM
by Kid Kaleb
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Three a.m. at the laundromat
Right next to the corner store
Near the library, you can find the smoke, Yeah, yeah, yeah
We're not from the same clique, I could mop You up with the stick,
Pointer finger, itching on my pole, yeah, There's colors to this shit,
Was banging out that metal,
Stay posted in That trench,
Finally got things settled,
Away with that bitch,
Bursting out that hell hole ,
Breaking out that railroad
All my niggas stacked on payroll,
Working hard to get my queso,
Get your chip and pour up,
Michigan with soda,
Oklahoma got Bud,
Missouri with the drinking Suds.
I knew that money would come,
I just had to stick with my gut
Nigga, I ain't making this up,
People really suck,
Never a give a fuck,
If it's beef that you want,
Then come get some,
You about that drama,
Gon give you karma,
Climbing a wall get to action, the shit you Say Is stupid, coming at me, How'd you get My Ten digits, blowing you off cause you Ain't Serious with it,
Cold banging and slangin,
Always countin Benjamin Franklin's,
You get offended by regimen,
Specimen, I'm geeking out on medicine,
OT be that Mexican, smoking on OG, Bottles Of codeine, Think I might OD
Never sleep, if I do then it's dreams of this Money,
On my hit list, but I ain't pissed.
I'll get back you to when be out at the crib,
Trying get a grip, blue bills, big strips,
Let me take rip, RIP all my dawgs in ditch,
I could never switch, only ball only swish, it's Death wish, fucking on Russian,
Off the drugs I'm function,
We're not from the same clique, I could mop You up with the stick,
Pointer finger, itching on my pole, yeah, There's colors to this shit,
Was banging out that metal,
Stay posted in That trench,
Finally got things settled,
Away with that bitch,
Bursting out that hell hole ,
Breaking out that railroad
All my niggas stacked on payroll,
Working hard to get my queso,
Get your chip and pour up,
Michigan with soda,
Oklahoma got Bud,
Missouri with the drinking Suds.
I knew that money would come,
I just had to stick with my gut
Nigga, I ain't making this up,
Three a.m. at the laundromat
Right next to the corner store
Near the library, you can find the smoke, Yeah, yeah, yeah
We're not from the same clique, I could mop You up with the stick,
Pointer finger, itching on my pole, yeah, There's colors to this shit,
Was banging out that metal,
Stay posted in That trench,
Finally got things settled,
Away with that bitch,
Bursting out that hell hole ,
Breaking out that railroad
All my niggas stacked on payroll,
Working hard to get my queso,
Get your chip and pour up,
Michigan with soda,
Oklahoma got Bud,
Missouri with the drinking Suds.
I knew that money would come,
I just had to stick with my gut
Nigga, I ain't making this up,
People really suck,
Never a give a fuck,
If it's beef that you want,
Then come get some,
You about that drama,
Gon give you karma,
Climbing a wall get to action, the shit you Say Is stupid, coming at me, How'd you get My Ten digits, blowing you off cause you Ain't Serious with it,
Cold banging and slangin,
Always countin Benjamin Franklin's,
You get offended by regimen,
Specimen, I'm geeking out on medicine,
OT be that Mexican, smoking on OG, Bottles Of codeine, Think I might OD
Never sleep, if I do then it's dreams of this Money,
On my hit list, but I ain't pissed.
I'll get back you to when be out at the crib,
Trying get a grip, blue bills, big strips,
Let me take rip, RIP all my dawgs in ditch,
I could never switch, only ball only swish, it's Death wish, fucking on Russian,
Off the drugs I'm function,
We're not from the same clique, I could mop You up with the stick,
Pointer finger, itching on my pole, yeah, There's colors to this shit,
Was banging out that metal,
Stay posted in That trench,
Finally got things settled,
Away with that bitch,
Bursting out that hell hole ,
Breaking out that railroad
All my niggas stacked on payroll,
Working hard to get my queso,
Get your chip and pour up,
Michigan with soda,
Oklahoma got Bud,
Missouri with the drinking Suds.
I knew that money would come,
I just had to stick with my gut
Nigga, I ain't making this up,
