3AM IN ATLANTA

I ain't really have too much The clown of the class, I was down bad back when my bag wasn't up My pockets had dust, now my pockets stuffed cause now I be vacuuming stuff Now I'm running the classroom and stuff Now whenever I'm flowing, that shit be running like it come from the bathroom and stuff Why y'all niggas keep asking me stuff? When you know that I'm sturdy but I come from Jersey where niggas be ratting and stuff And that shit still ain't clear to me, why you comparing? Them niggas cap and they bluff And that shit still ain't clear to me, why you comparing? Them niggas cap and they bluff Them niggas cap and they uh But I could get active, get a lil ratchet When my finger itch I gotta scratch it When I get a backwood ima gas it When my sinus get tickled I pass it All that hating shit trickle like acid When I get a backwood ima gas it When my sinus get tickled I pass it All that hating shit trickle like acid Soaking in salt, that's a pickle, and this cutter it cut like a sickle Think this shit come from Swiss or from Russia Ladder climb, Jackie Chan you can't tuck her Niggas go gainst the brand I'm like f*ck it, if he sing let it burn like he Usher Put yo ass in ya place like a usher, fore i bust shit out ya face like a gusher And this bitch babygirl cause I love her, I make her cum every time that I touch her No matter how many times I finger f*ck her, don't seem to ever disgust her And no matter how many times I grip and clutch her, in public won't ever discuss her And if she had another owner ima throw her cause no I can't go like a sucker I was all in her dorm tryna pluck her, I used to act like I'm going to Rutgers I used to flip all them packs catching acts off the jack, brought it back that's a bad motherfucker I used to mack wit the strap had this bitch in my lap, when I trapped it was never discovered I used to wanna get back get this bitch nigga wacked, he a slat but he act like a brother Got that heat on my sheet, I feel smothered No I can't sleep that's the cousin of death, hold my breath watching for undercovers I was in over my head Fell in love wit the streets, watched it leave me for dead, I started rolling off meds Staying low from the feds, blew through my bread, I watched them leave me on read Man I swear I got drove to the edge, tryna provide for my mama Tryna turn dots into commas, open that door save a spot for my partner Manifest positive karma, praying that nothing negative harm us Get from round them repetitive talkers, get some pounds from competitive farmers Smith & Wesson and G Lock gone arm us, that Gelato and GG gone calm us And no we not on TV we balling, smoking cigars no this shit not a Palma Riding in tinted up cars, young niggas winning wit scars Swear this shit bigger than bars, I was just sitting in prison wit bars I was just sitting in max, you could go ask, I'm spitting the facts Ride wit a mask, I'm hitting the thrax, can't f*ck wit niggas these niggas bizarre Just take this pound do not give me no dap, I'm in this bitch tryna get a minaj I'm off the liquor I'm tripping my vision got all of this shit looking like a mirage, gang