Ghost - 3 A.M. Freestlye

Ain't no get back for your loss you better sit your ass down
How the fuck is you a boss you started as a class clown
Only fuck with boujee bitches tell 'em bring that ass 'round
Groupie hoes they fuck my brothers for a chance to come around
I wont crack a smile
On my way to court dapper down
We tote extra rounds
Just in case its oppas in the crowd
Make my granny proud
Broke my heart saw momma breaking down
Skinny nigga so you know I got to tote some extra pounds
Keep my hand up onnat 4 nick
Niggas make me so sick
Baby know her mission she come over just to throat it
I dont fuck with no diss
Gangster and you know this
Niggas be so bitch but try they hardest not to show it
He want smoke I gave him cancer
Fucking on a dancer
KeKe blow my phone up, let it ring refuse answer
Boy you ain't my homie i wont tolerate no banter
Feel like im Da Baby in NC just like a panther
Man its 3 a.m.
I aint been sleep in like a week i might start back poppin pills
It ain't no peace up in these streets i seen my homie killed
A humble beast just like im herb man i went black fr
Bet on me bitch im a dog i been on track fr
'Round of applause for all my dogs 'cause they gone clap for real
I wont cry at all i lost it all man i know how it feel
Call me uncooked meat im feeling raw i might go crack a seal
Focused on these songs man i can't even drill
Pull up on yo block with glocks and chops these blicks aint basic
He talk out his top he get a permanent vacation
I be counting money like im jewish or im asian
And I serve the hood bitch on the block thats where im stationed
It's gone be a movie if we get into it
It's not no illusion with that glizzy I get stupid
My lil gun hold 50 with that drum bitch i get groovy
Blend him like a smoothie
Them people know how I be moving
If we tell him once wont speak again we pull them chops out
And we not put up wont hit they block if aint no opps out
I live what i talk bout
They be on the net and talking reckless get em chalked out
I send Mookie he gone walk down
Man Man people know how i get down I might go pay a visit
Want to go pick up a couple pounds but I been way to busy
I don't want to hang round no new niggas they move way too iffy
And my heart be cold like late December my chest way to chili
Tell him once wont tell him twice
I get high like satellites
And I know some shorties rob and killing for a pair of Mikes
She say Bam you way too nice
I told her turn off the lights
I'm just tryn fuck no time to cuff so i can't read her rights
If you step to me best have a plan cause I get dangerous
I know niggas ready to go tweak like they of angel dust
You might as well go ahead and pick yo casket if you play with us
And we like to stroll through the opps block it ain't no slaying us
My shorties be armed and ready you might think it's armageddon
If he think he tough then step to us we turn his dreads spaghetti
I don't even wanna tote the drake no more is way too heavy
I just wanna pull up stomp him out to show i'm really stepping
And I claim the 5 but mookie gd so we tote 11
Opps be super shaky when they see us they just go to heaven
Thought I was just fucking that lil bitch but now she want a necklace
I told that lil bitch get out my face you know my mouth too reckless
He say he a opp talk out his top we get his block gone
I ain't never tuck the glock my opps know that i walk home
Please don't ever come through ridgeway we trap like the narcos
And i serve the rock and that bitch don't come with no sparkles

Written by:
Marcus Walker

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