King Cris - 3 A.M. Freestyle

No, no
And the city don't sleep
No
No the city don't sleep
Yeah yeah
None of you can get what I'm on
Got a different kind of pride in the city when they traded LeBron
Kind of pride where you feel like if you did it again
You would hit the mark on everything
Ten out of ten
And my ladies bring me breakfast in bed
But that was after I moved out of my parents and got me some bread
Prophesied it back when all I could afford was some bread
Had me off the blunt tripping
Never going to bed
I would never spend my time in casinos
The strip clubs taught me good and well
Never place a bet on getting in a woman's chinos
Seen those niggas who trying to scheme hoes
They don't got the ethic to get the wealth and it still shows
You niggas only do shows
Heard the record twice on repeat
I'm palming my face in my hand
I need to go take a seat
How you got whole ass women at home
And you still cheat
Stressful pillow talk is on repeat
The sun up, I'm back in the lab
Matter of fact I never left it
It just felt like that
Damn nigga how you drop the ball and still never get it back
But when I think about that
Must be heavy like all the topics I speak on
Benching with the heavy weights now
So I'm keeping on
Even in peace-time I'm keeping the piece drawn
And lean on God for all of my answers
I wish more rappers acquired some higher standards man
But I guess that's just wishful thinking
You niggas taking naps at four P.M. I'm not even blinking
And now you sinking
What goes around, comes around
And that's real
I got you in your feelings
Tell me how you feel
Don't be nervous I don't mean no harm
Sprinkle cheese on the promo like it was garlic parm
Whatever risk I gotta take I'mma go all in
I spill a part of my heart on every bar
Like a bottle of gin
Ya'll niggas at it again
Making me look like the villain
Before the battle begin
Trying to talk like I'm an amateur
You got prop cash for socials at the dollar store
So don't say nothing about balling
You can't even dribble
I take big bites out of my slice
You can't even get a nibble
Typical, typical that your girl want a man like me
And my best drip in the closet with the all black tees
Rock a Dreamville tee but I'm not from the Ville
She say I need to clean my act up like a hazardous spill
When the going get tough, I'm tougher than steel
And get you psyched out of your mind
Like I'm Jordan Peele
Thriller, thriller I meet with the dealer
Out from Birmingham, Kavan D
The beat killer
Another duo of legends
Late night dinners at Legend's
I do a show and I go
On the road back home and hit the gas like whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
City don't sleep
No the city don't sleep
No
Whoa, whoa, whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
Oh
And the city don't sleep
No the city don't sleep

Written by:
Cristopher Lewis

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