3AM IN BROOKLYN

Look I tried to put some bands in the pocket of my mans But he ran off I'm like damn dawg Didn't understand Why you did that Had a different plan How you sit back And plot on me just for the money You traded on me and my cousin We both genuinely wanted to see you with hunnits But after that dumb shit I thought about all the times that we linked and I realized that you was frontin' Didn't know you could do magic tricks, turn into a snake now Now I turned to a savage bitch Don't forget that I know where yo mattress is I will have my New York youngins come to yo crib and start blasting shit That's a fact in my raps ain't no cappin' bitch I can't see how you just bite the hand that gives You the cheese and the trees to get cabbage bitch Don't care 'bout the money it's the principle Now I gotta find a way to come deal with you D man pullin' up to yo crib at 3 AM with a stick To give yo ass a deal or two One, better give us the money back then it's no problem don't pay with a bloody back Or two, better pay with a bloody back and yo ass still gon' have to pay the money back Only reason I haven't done nothing yet Cause I'm more worried 'bout all these fucking checks I could've been had you done At night or under the sun Don't matter my bro with whatever Love me so much he don't need no feta Do you dirty end you with beretta Could've just paid me back and done sped up Yo whole process of wanting yo bred up But you chose differently and you messed up I hope that you pray to God, ask that he bless ya My bro ain't no teacher ain't no lecture he just gonna pop quiz yo ass learn yo lesson That's yo dumbass fault you wanna test us Pay backs a bitch you gon' end up in a stretcher These are facts bro you think we ain't savage I'll have Virgil write casket all on yo casket