YG NA$ty - 3am in Chicago

My momma used to tell me lil boy you destined for greatness
But nothing's ever given so I surely had to take it
Look momma I'm on a mission
Promise you that Imma make it
And these niggas cannot touch me I am on another wavelength
Momma I know you hate it
When I'm off it
I get too heinous
But these niggas tryna play me
Like I ain't simply amazing
They want me more Wayne Brady
I am Chappelle at his greatest
Prince Nelson in the 80's
Jeffrey Dahmer with a baby
Sleeping at the bottom but we working to the top
(Man)
If you got a problem I can solve it with one shot
(And)
Went from being homeless to the penthouse to the block
Better use it fore you lose it cuz if not then it's gon rot
I can honestly say
That Saturday I lost myself
I'd swallow my pride
Too oversized too even ask for help
Keep the semi with me case any nigga get near me
Darkest nigga never sweet
You won't ever catch me vanilly
Young and reckless
Poppin wheelies
Just like a nigga from Philly
Yo shout out my nigga
Can't wait till I fly to Philly
The missions to make you feel me
And if not then you gon fear me
But listen when you hear me sing
You could never kill the king
The golden pen
I got it glistening
Show it shining and shimmering
Came here at ten to kill again
The illest with the penmanship
I Dip my pen in ink
So I can sin again
Don't need no fucking friends you bitch
I only keep the kin in here
Psilocybin save the year
Psilocybin save the year
Don't know how the fuck we made it here
All those cries of suicide
Girl you know I taste the tears
In my darkest times
Still need you alive
Because with you I face my fears
Or help me deal with pain I feel
From losing my peers every year
Yeah baby it rains
But you ain't hear that it pour heavy here
No this place ain't safe
It's safe to say we'll head to hell my dear
Blood stains on my jack yeah
Blood
Blood stains on my jacket

Written by:
Terrell Banks

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