3 in the Morning

[Hook 1]
3 in the morning I’m waisting around
I ain’t found peace up on this side of town
Big boy dreams be the king with a crown
Red light, red light we chasing you down
Oh

3 in the morning I’m waisting around
I ain’t found peace up on this side of town
Big boy dreams be the king with a crown
Red light, red light we chasing you down
Oh

[Verse 1]
I gotta make my mark, I got a lot to prove
I seen a million niggas winning who can’t tie my shoes
It’s no way I could lose, I had enough of fear
I gave my blood, sweat, and suffered through a bunch of tears

I’m tired of being broke, I need my momma rich
I give this everything I got I need to drop a hit
I’m popping shit like competition shit does not exist
Fuck a stop and frisk, I’m robbing shit, I got some opps to hit

[Hook 2]
3 in the morning I’m waisting around
I ain’t found peace up on this side of town
Big boy dreams be the king with a crown
Red light, red light we chasing you down
Oh

3 in the morning I’m waisting around
I ain’t found peace up on this side of town
Big boy dreams be the king with a crown
Red light, red light we chasing you down
Oh

[Verse 2]
Nightmares of not making it made my faith legit
Separate from staying complacent that’s how I’m pacing it
I could lay some shit that take the famous to extraneous
Basic plate to a favorite dish, 808 to your greatest hits
I’m made for this

Impatient so I’m racing till my paper thick
It’s chains and whips for people I been slaving with
In dangerous situations my pain became amazingness
My main hangs was slanging bricks you lames ain’t know the 8th of it
No chasing I’m taking they place

Cause you don’t know how desperate I was
And all the bullshit I went through I learned my lessons because
I had my heart broken and lost track of the rest of my love
I lost focus, now accepting nothing less than a dub

Never budge, wreck a judge, yea I’m back, that’s a grudge
Be what cats, never was, till I slap, catch a buzz, then I blow
For all of my niggas that never got chances for advances
Circumstances left us damaged
So I’m ramping up my standards yelling

3 in the morning, I’m knee deep in recording
I need a Jeep, luxury suite that come with keys and a doorman
I need my feet out on the beach and catching heat with a foreign
Freaky recordings, then I watch em just critique my performance

One of my homies got a history of keeping it on him
And we shoulda warned him, cause now he laying deep as a Mormon
I went from dreams to see the league to be the leader in scoring
The only way I’ll find my peace is let these beats be endorphins, my nigga

[Verse 3]
3 in the morning I’m waisting around
I ain’t found peace up on this side of town
Big boy dreams be the king with a crown
Red light, red light we chasing you down
Oh

3 in the morning I’m waisting around
I ain’t found peace up on this side of town
Big boy dreams be the king with a crown
Red light, red light we chasing you down
Oh