3 PM in New York

Took a break Flew to NY She told me slide Wave goodbye to his lame ass You know he can't get pass To these levels that we reaching Im only mad when we ain't speaking Like Sza said I got you for the weekend Balling with the crew Sitting on the roof top Watching how they planning To get me to flop Too bad I got a tape scheduled to drop Got the whole fam here and they ready to cop Hanging with some people That make me feel so evil Heard they like this flow So ima give em a sequel Dancing with the stars home alone I gotta get through this life on my own I can hear her crying on the phone Don't be trying to put my second Im taking over this section I'm chosen like eleven We pushing niggas and steppin Cuz things get stranger When I sense danger Staring at the lead Like this who we finna be Hypothetically not literally These young bulls can't step to me Like first base Ain't even posed to be in the field In the first place I'm short stopping they careers Like Tatis