3:05 IN BROOKLYN ft. JP Lyrics

I don't talk a lot but you know what's on my mind

Dollar signs I still haven't hit my prime

I don't talk about it but you know what's on my mind

Look in your eyes, I can tell she want to be mine

Nino on the beat so you know I gotta kill it

Got them saying RIP every time I get to spitting

Niggas know me as OG97 I'm the realest

And I cannot get no sleep till my niggas touch a million

Lot of bad karma

Niggas acting like some hoes cuz they always want drama

I don't want no beef so I handle all my problems

Trying to find my peace I been searching for nirvana

Rolling up some ganja

I'm just getting started and I put that on my momma

I've been riding around with some goons and some goblins

In my side of town we can really get it popping

Yeah know what's up we tryna get rich

Taking my shot I do not miss yeah

Yeah know what's up we tryna get rich

Taking my shot I do not miss yeah

Yes yes OG97

Ladies and gentlemen

Salud, cheers, chin chin l'chaim

Now everybody gaze up at the half moon on this crystal night

Reflecting on the dualities, darkness and light and

Imagine all those far away lands with

New forms of life and

Never forget all that is

Right here

And I'm nobody to be worried about

Kept it real quiet but my pen it was never in drought

Looking down & sounding out I was never in doubt

Writing in the basement while OG was building the house

Rejoice, rejoice

People we got choice

We can feel the pressure and still keep our poise

Steady through all the weather and through all that noise

Cuz even if I ain't singing never lost my voice

And I'm dining all the naysayers

Dodging all the haymakers

Taking care of me, if you're lucky got you a day later

Always been partial to bold flavors

Slow roast the whole pig, media noche party favors

I call it rustic and elegant

A hunger for life and all it's decadence

I'm disregarding the precedent

Affinity for beauty so when I see it I'm penning it