Off da Top (3am)

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Off da Top (3am)

It's 3am West Coast time ni***
We at Fat Burger
Hood ni*** rich shit gourmet burgers
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

She pu*** poppin, pocket watchin', they call her a thot
Bad credit, cash it out, fresh up off the lot
No back and forth, yippin', yappin', niggas gettin' shot
10 million, 20 acres, that's the new spot
Flooded out my crib and told my dealer you the illest
Renegotiate my contract, told my label I ain'tt feel it
Fell out with my partner, he mixed friendship with our business
Broke up with my bitch 'cause she was too much in her feelings
I may f*** her friend, f*** it, I may f*** her friend
Between me and you, I always wanted to f*** her friend
If I kill a hater, Lord you gotta forgive my sins
That's one f*** ni*** you ain't gotta worry about again
I'm forever thuggin', I ain't never changed
In plain colors but forever bangin'
Blowin' money but I'm maintainin'
Blowin' money but I'm maintainin'
I got a gamblin' problem but money can't really solve it
Tryna help all the real niggas, hate to see a ni*** starvin'
Hate to see ni*** robbin' they own people, shit, that's loyal
Bitch tryna give me the pu*** for a Birkin bag, I can't afford you
I grew listenin' to 2pac and that Biggie, Jay-Z and that Nas
No gimmick rappers, these niggas had bars
Back when record labels turnin' real niggas into stars
Sendin' niggas to Mars, nowadays the game done got hard
You get shot that make you hot
But where I'm from that make you start
Before I be a pu***, I'd rather rapper had the balls
I throw me some guns, get myself a charge
Never see me do that, I came too far to look back
I did too much to get help, 20 mil in one year
100 grand in one night, 50k on one flight
I've been trappin' my whole life
Ain't no secret, I be thuggin', ain't no secret, I be hustlin'
Pickin' loyalty over money, money orders to my homies
Groupie bitches be all on me, leave your phones at the door
You won't put me on no blog, once I f***, you gotta go

3am ain't nothin' open but IHOP
And a bitch legs, and my trap spot
I said 3am, I'm trappin' at the IHOP
And I'm connected to the plug like a hotspot
Like WiFi

(Producer/hype man)
Nah, nah keep going

I'm a grower, we don't do droughts
(Alright 10 more bars)
Birds in the sky, we call them iClouds
You know the birds fly down south
I took your bitch to eat at Mr. Chow's
(Shoot off)
I met the plug at Benihanahs
(Keep going)
On hibachi grills, eatin' rice and talkin' numbers
(Keep going)
I don't do no middle men and I don't trust no runners
I'ma pay on time and I won't never take you under
(Keep going)
I'm an OG dope boy
I ain't nothin' like these youngins
I don't take the dope I'm sellin'
I won't ever do no tellin'
Overnight my pack yeah, we call that FedEx
I ship in the 18 wheeler and I ain't talkin' UPS
(Gone)

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