Not plotting but I read my Robert Greene
In my house baby this my property
Big Chi, my physique is not physique
Got to eat baby bon my apetite'
No hustle baby you are obsolete
Anyone that is free is not for free
There's a party over there I knock on door
I go places haters not gone go
I'm on fire baby you should stop and roll
I was born in the T R E F O
Carolina baby case you didn't know
I'm on it and the bass is hitting slow
They murdered then it just is not my fault
I'm human so you please forgive my faults
I'm a' pen till my wrist it bend and lock
Trans joke yeah I always been that guy
I don't care baby you should see inside
They say so I open up my eyes
They blind but I'm really not surprised
Close your eyes and you can feel my vibe
Mama died I was always down to ride
In the backseat passenger at nine
In the circle where there's just a lot of crime
Every year there is always someone dying
Daddy, Daddy, can I see your 45
Frankie Beverly And May's yeah that's the vibe
This mind in my mind cannot describe
Through the fire I walk like Chaka Khan
I read God and it seems he's not that kind
Of God that'll let me stay behind
I'm a' shoot videos it take some time
Did four in a row it take some time
Getting better every rhyme and I
Descend in the sun like Amun Ra
Stay poor there was no way I comply
Enemy troops coming I divide
The time between things how I spend my time
I get on these beats and it's dinner time
I'm walking my line this a thinner line
I came from the dirt like a dandelion
Born in Winston-Salem so he can't be lying
I got to get this down in record time
Get in this booth lay the record down
I'm doing this here for the record now
I'm feeling like LOX can you recognize
I'm spitting this heat like it's mechanized
They cutting this here with the fentanyl
But the dope I spit they not stepping on
Big Chi - 3AM Lyrics
Big Chi - 3AM Lyrics
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Not plotting but I read my Robert Greene
In my house baby this my property
Big Chi, my physique is not physique
Got to eat baby bon my apetite'
No hustle baby you are obsolete
Anyone that is free is not for free
There's a party over there I knock on door
I go places haters not gone go
I'm on fire baby you should stop and roll
I was born in the T R E F O
Carolina baby case you didn't know
I'm on it and the bass is hitting slow
They murdered then it just is not my fault
I'm human so you please forgive my faults
I'm a' pen till my wrist it bend and lock
Trans joke yeah I always been that guy
I don't care baby you should see inside
They say so I open up my eyes
They blind but I'm really not surprised
Close your eyes and you can feel my vibe
Mama died I was always down to ride
In the backseat passenger at nine
In the circle where there's just a lot of crime
Every year there is always someone dying
Daddy, Daddy, can I see your 45
Frankie Beverly And May's yeah that's the vibe
This mind in my mind cannot describe
Through the fire I walk like Chaka Khan
I read God and it seems he's not that kind
Of God that'll let me stay behind
I'm a' shoot videos it take some time
Did four in a row it take some time
Getting better every rhyme and I
Descend in the sun like Amun Ra
Stay poor there was no way I comply
Enemy troops coming I divide
The time between things how I spend my time
I get on these beats and it's dinner time
I'm walking my line this a thinner line
I came from the dirt like a dandelion
Born in Winston-Salem so he can't be lying
I got to get this down in record time
Get in this booth lay the record down
I'm doing this here for the record now
I'm feeling like LOX can you recognize
I'm spitting this heat like it's mechanized
They cutting this here with the fentanyl
But the dope I spit they not stepping on
In my house baby this my property
Big Chi, my physique is not physique
Got to eat baby bon my apetite'
No hustle baby you are obsolete
Anyone that is free is not for free
There's a party over there I knock on door
I go places haters not gone go
I'm on fire baby you should stop and roll
I was born in the T R E F O
Carolina baby case you didn't know
I'm on it and the bass is hitting slow
They murdered then it just is not my fault
I'm human so you please forgive my faults
I'm a' pen till my wrist it bend and lock
Trans joke yeah I always been that guy
I don't care baby you should see inside
They say so I open up my eyes
They blind but I'm really not surprised
Close your eyes and you can feel my vibe
Mama died I was always down to ride
In the backseat passenger at nine
In the circle where there's just a lot of crime
Every year there is always someone dying
Daddy, Daddy, can I see your 45
Frankie Beverly And May's yeah that's the vibe
This mind in my mind cannot describe
Through the fire I walk like Chaka Khan
I read God and it seems he's not that kind
Of God that'll let me stay behind
I'm a' shoot videos it take some time
Did four in a row it take some time
Getting better every rhyme and I
Descend in the sun like Amun Ra
Stay poor there was no way I comply
Enemy troops coming I divide
The time between things how I spend my time
I get on these beats and it's dinner time
I'm walking my line this a thinner line
I came from the dirt like a dandelion
Born in Winston-Salem so he can't be lying
I got to get this down in record time
Get in this booth lay the record down
I'm doing this here for the record now
I'm feeling like LOX can you recognize
I'm spitting this heat like it's mechanized
They cutting this here with the fentanyl
But the dope I spit they not stepping on
Writer: Cesan Mack
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