K3 - 3am in Cleveland Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Right

I done really put my all in this shit
I done had nights where I'm calling it quits
I done had thoughts that's my pride won't admit
But it really ain't no use in me hiding the shit

God be guiding this ship
I just push the gas
Tryna juggle both rap and class
Life be moving fast
2 semesters so I push it out
If up to me I woulda stopped it now
I woulda dropped it out
But maybe all this shit was meant to be
Saw things in college I was meant to see
Plus I done went for free
Prolly never use my own degree
Think this music shit gone be the key
To really set me free
I need to be
The greatest from my home town
I need my teachers saying damn he really on now
I need my exes double texting on my phone now
Talking and saying how they wish I wasn't gone now
And lately I'm having trouble putting my phone down
Social media really taking a toll now
If I ain't rap I'd prolly never use it
But I can't just lose it need these apps for the music
And I'd knew It do it back nobody that I known had knew it
And everyday I'm still improving
And everybody next to me promise they want the best for me
Put the standards high my believers asking what's next for me
My reply is inclined to just keep on going successfully
Pursuing this greatness and longevity
When I was child my father told me this life is just what you let it be
And I control every moment ahead me
I'm especially
Haters most hated
And a college campus favorite
They tell me my that my music sound like I already made it
But I know I ain't make it and I'm not afraid to say it
In these ups trailers putting every check in savings
Waiting for the right amount so my image can get the clout
So my momma can get the house
And I'll finally take her out
And father can quit these jobs
Cause I know that he working two
9-5 pay for bills
He scraping money for food
Man I just want my nigga w palm trees in his view
Sand stones in his shoe
And random flights for 2
With step mom
Man they deserve that
Everything they sacrificed I swear they worth that
Don't want my mother ever asking where he purse at
Because her son is now one that nigga own rap
Me jah the only niggas who really know that
We up now and this year well prolly show that
I know that
And ever since a nigga started rapping
All these woman tell me that I'm more attractive
The Ones who had ignored me are certainly more reactive
They asking me bout my status and use my lyrics for captions
How this happen over night though?
What a life though
I used to drunk text and lie saying they typos
Now I my text with no insurance word to gieco
And they be down just off the fact I far I might go

Back with this shit
You attached cause he hit
Got me last on the list
Why you think I ain't know?
Seen what you on
You gone wait till he gone
While I'm stuck all alone
I know how that shit go
Conversations when I hit yo phone line
Ima cut you off that way we both fine
Man I hate that
You so passsive
With yo actions
Lead me on
But then you actin
Like it ain't happen