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3AM |
| Just boxed down my prawns and rice |
| This ain’t no servery dinner |
| Turn this up a little bit please D |
| I’m living so different |
| Living so different |
| Yeah |
| I’ve got feds all on me, girls all on me |
| 3AM, walking round like a zombie |
| Packs on the low but these packs gotta go |
| Summertime drop the top down for sure |
| I don’t hang around dem man, I don’t think they’re with it |
| Spend money like I ain’t got a limit |
| Five star living, bando whipping |
| Pull up in a Benz, so different |
| I came home, ain’t shit changed and you can tell |
| I don’t run but these runners all buy Chanel |
| In my Ralph PJ’s, I’ve got crazy swag |
| There’s no trainers in my JD bag (Hell no!) |
| I need a G-Wagen '19 plate |
| Roley on my wrist and I still came late |
| Destiny’s Child the way she’s saying my name |
| I hit her from the back like a fraudulent claim |
| We rap the same, we’re not the same pay grade |
| I hold on my forearm to aim straight |
| Hatton Garden just to get my chain made |
| VVS stones swinging like AJ |
| Don’t lie to them, you ain’t that type of way |
| I rock Roley’s and still don’t give them time of day |
| That’s a dead phone G throw that line away |
| Hopped in a Merc, four-hundred miles today |
| I’ve got feds all on me, girls all on me |
| 3AM, walking round like a zombie |
| Packs on the low but these packs gotta go |
| Summertime drop the top down for sure |
| I don’t hang around dem man, I don’t think they’re with it |
| Spend money like I ain’t got a limit |
| Five star living, bando whipping |
| Pull up in a Benz, so different |
| Fam it looks like I’m serving fiends |
| Triple S Balenci’s and Amiri my jeans |
| I came out from my visit to Valentino’s |
| Even on the wing they used to call me Kilos |
| I was in prison on basic, I still had my telly |
| I just want a couple mill and a kid with Halle Berry |
| She’s calling my phone, I can’t answer right now |
| This money follow baby, I’m a cash cow |
| Beef with who fam? Who are you fam? |
| I’m the CEO, I’ll recruit man |
| She on Insta and she liking |
| But on a real my G I can’t wife it |
| Gold Roley, perfect timing |
| Buss down pendant stones inside it |
| HMP, my bros riding |
| And they know we’re broad day sliding |
| I’ve got feds all on me, girls all on me |
| 3AM, walking round like a zombie |
| Packs on the low but these packs gotta go |
| Summertime drop the top down for sure |
| I don’t hang around dem man, I don’t think they’re with it |
| Spend money like I ain’t got a limit |
| Five star living, bando whipping |
| Pull up in a Benz, so different |