3am Letters

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