3am On 3rd St. Lyrics

Look, expecting blessings real soon, I believe in karma

Probably run me up a quarter, give it to my mama

Been on the road all year, tryna find peace

Devils blowin' up my phone, tryna find me

Tsunami on the roof, sushi on the river

Drinkin' all this champagne, fuckin' up my liver

I'm not an alcoholic, I just keep winnin'

Courtside dripped, in expensive linen

Look, couple days a week,

Startin' to feel like a normal routine

I ain't proud of it, niggas thinkin' I'm livin' a dream

I done kept it real with niggas holdin' they nuts on me

Niggas rich as hell on the net, it ain't what it seem

I pray to God at night

that he expose any friends workin' against me

I just wanna put the whole gang up in a Bentley

I be in the church on Sundays for the healing

Almost shot the whole club up, man, it was tempting

Waffle house, I get that all-star, I'm in that big league

I refuse to work like a slave until I'm sixty

Only time you feel what I'm sayin' is when I'm tipsy

Passed you up in life, lil' nigga, I'm in that ten speed

Really scared of heights, but the top is where I be sittin

Niggas call me brother,

But knowin' that they ain't kin to me

Niggas wasn't shootin' in the gym with me, clearly

Niggas wasn't shootin' in the gym with me, clearly

I told you how I'm feelin', but its obvious you ain't hearin' me

You're reachin' for the stars, but ain't takin' shit seriously

Fuck the money and the fame, man, I'm tryna grow spiritually

Why God blesses me? Because I'm a given person

And anybody who got more than me, they my motivation

I'm happy for them,

because they're motivatin' me to want more

That's why I'm always get blessed,

like people who have more than me, I'm happy for them

Look, it's scary hours, like the thirty first

Wrong place, wrong time, I get you really murked

Been on days plenty times, still ain't found love

I took my lick and cut you off, but I still need a hug

When I step out, I'm dripped out, and then we rollin' in

How I'm feelin'?

I might switch it up and go and cop a Benz

Dark 30, sippin' on mimosas with another 10

Bustin' out the Bando, with shorty from Orlando

Talkin' out the side of your neck,

Nigga, what you sayin', though

Went and copped a Maro, now it's time for the Lambo

Coulda did you dirty, but now I'm rockin' my halo

Layah ain't wanna holla, so now I'm fuckin' with J-Lo

Nigga bored as hell, so I'm playin' with it like Play-Doh

If you ain't gettin' money, nigga, you ain't got no say-so

Niggas really rats, they sellin' their soul for queso

Nigga movin' like Hov, I get the money in Lalo

Main lobby rooftop, listenin' to Alana Sings

Why I gotta ask for it bae its the little things

Niggas cap on the internet, niggas sellin' dreams

I keep a bad lil' Jawn like She a Kennedy

I think I figured the shit out, I found a remedy

I'm four and owing on these niggas like a clean sweep

The ambiance is through the roof, we at the Gregory

Pour me up some Moscato, I had a long week

I pull up, not tryna be seen on some Humble shit

It's 3 a.m. on 3rd Street, I got a 30 clip

Basin' goin' through the roof, I got that gang with me

Ain't much changed over here, I'm with the same niggas

My head hurtin', I'm turnt up off them painkillers

Like 50 Cent made many men, I made niggas

I did everything I can to try to save these niggas

I told Shawty she could stay with me, yeah

Niggas wasn't shootin' in the gym with me, clearly

I told you how I feel and it's obvious you ain't hearin' me

You reachin' for the stars, but ain't takin' shit seriously

Fuck the money and the fame,

Bae I'm tryna grow spiritually