Trxgga - 3am in the We$t

3am in West
Coming out the studio fresh...
Night shift never rest
I dont need a 9 to 5
I'm already rich
I’m blessed
Baby mom bad
Getting DM’s from my ex
Crossing borderlines in a jet
I done made it this far
I can do another 10
Just a real nigga no pretend
I was up on Broad Street
Selling to the off streets
Niggas wanna off me
Cops wanna khawal me
Shawty keep on calling
She just wanna argue
Give her good dick
Put it in her fix her posture
Lotta business in the works
I don't need no cubical perks
I need skittles overflow
Till I can’t even taste
I've been running laps issa race
Watch ya ass get lapped
I got gold in my face
So my talk ain’t cheap
I provide what you need
Fam never in need
Only kid to feed the peeps
Only kid to feed the streets
Just checking in on how you are doing
I guess you may be sleeping by now
Young nigga up next
West end praise on flex
East End trips
Bad bitches on set
Cop a Ferragamo she impressed
Club shut down, only do it for the checks
Young rich nigga from the jects
Love my momma did her best
Need a mansion in the hills
Issa party in the Ville
This how legendary feels
Alright, I'll give you a call tomorrow
Have a goodnight
Love you

Written by:
Trevaughn Bell

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