3am Letters Lyrics

Locked up all in my head

Locked up 3am letters all on my bed

Locked up with the dough trynna make my own bread

I keep asking why these niggas see me as the main threat

Then i look back at my songs check my rhyme spread

I ain't really with these niggas into phony ass trends

Throwing shots better know that I'm bullet proof vestd

All black in the field how I'm coming all dressed

Times changed it's a new me

It's a new day

Now I'm running full court trynna make the best play

Roll a J then i wait up on beyonce

Three niggas at my back looking like I'm conte

What can i say

Smoking niggas on an ashtray

3am i said i had alot of things to say

Tell myself i gotta run it up until my last day

If it's Rap or it's Trap or it's Fuckin Reggae

Okay

Switching up back to the basics

Looking back on every bar how gonna hate this

Put this song on repeat or a fucking playlist

If you feeling kinda down and you wanna break shit

All emotions that i gave to the wrong bitch

All the pain in my heart it gon make my brain twitch

Codeine never did me half what they did

And my niggas called me stupid when i made the pain bleed

She a junkie for the pills shawty gon fiend

She be stuck between what she wants and needs

When she slapped me turned the other cheek

Now I'm Fifty levels up far away from her league

Locked up in my head

3am letters on my bed

Lost all in my head

3am writing letters on my bed

Hold on

Can i go on

This verse imma show off switch my tone up

Young kid going big about the time i blowed up

In my city they respect me Reezy corleone bruh

On the highway smoking down windows rolled up

All my niggas staying solid why he wanna fold up

Mix the lean up pour the drank all in my cup

Raise a glass for the niggas who been keeping shii tough

It's a cold world why you wanna disrespect me

Sneak dissing i can see you shining bright with envy

Jesus piece round my neck when the devil tempt me

Only two things make me happy,money and my family

I've been seeing things kinda feeling like a banshee

These voices in my head talking to me daily

Still living in the sauce feeling like I'm Gravy

It's some different kind of feelings I've been feeling lately

Jennifer Teggy Esther and stacy

Four women In my life I don't really play with

Staying solid and you know they always on the same shii

Momma told me get the bag and fuck with the same bitch

While I'm writing all these letters I'm still breaking down bricks

Always coming number 1 like a fuckin draft pick

Hail mary it's a massacre I'm going kendrick

Why did i just hail mary Fuck it bitch I'm catholic

Bars sharp on the beat and it's looking tragic

Bobby tarantino add it up and see the logic

Always talking without talking now I'm looking psychic

I be batman robbing niggas with my sidekick

And my side bitch

Locked up in my head

3am letters on my bed

Lost all in my head

3am writing letters on my bed

Locked up in my head

Locked up in my head

Lost all in my head

Writing letters on my bed

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