3 AM Freestyle

Pissed right now, you feel me?
You know these niggas fake, man
These niggas ain't really your friends, man
These niggas gon' diss you behind your back, man
These niggas ain't shit, man, for real, man
That's the way I see it, nigga
9-5-4, nigga
On some real shit, nigga
Befriended and sneak diss me, nigga?
Aight, nigga, that's where it's at, nigga, aight, I see you, nigga
Aight, I ain't mad, nigga, I'm just telling you where it's at
Uh
Sneak diss, uh?
That's how we do it, nigga?

I ain't pissed, just a nigga sneak dissed me
Make this pussy nigga fucking history
Get murked, murk 'em with a Ruger
That'll blow right through you, motherfucker
Real shit, you a real bitch on the streets
All you talk is shit, but you don't do shit
And you don't walk, bitch
You with multiple niggas when you hit these streets
But you, claiming that you thugging
Thugging in the streets but you thugging in your tweets, nigga
Real shit, you a real bitch
Fuck Nora, Fuck Andre, EJ, fuck PC, fuck V2
Who the fuck is you?
Fuck my mama, fuck my daddy, fuck you fucking too
Fuck the f-, fuck you motherfucking fuck fuckas
Man, I'm mad, screaming, "Fuck the world"
How I feel right now, screaming, "Fuck your girl"
I'm real impatient, niggas faking, in my house, hating
Treat this nigga to my mom's
Then he wanna act friendly on the bong
Then I bomb, fuck your mom
Vietnam, in his heart
You get caught like a Pokémon
Niggas wanna peek at you, you broke your knees, I pick at you
Pick or chew, like you pick your fucking nose
Pick your jaw up off the motherfucking floor
Nigga, what you know? Nigga, claimin hoes
Nigga claim you keep that, nigga, you ain't shit bruh
You ain't getting racks, homie, you ain't getting stacks
We was in the tent doing twenty for a Black
Blackmail, Black bitch, black yale, black tick
Back to the hell to the black to the jail
Real shit, all Blacks in the cell
No Whites in the cell
I sell this shit, it's for sale
On the street, I will never fucking go to Yale but I'll likely go to jail
I could never fucking tell
And I know my momma mad
And I know my dad ain't proud of me
My sister hate me
My brother, don't even know me, real shit
My patience getting low
My blood leaking, you see my demons
Real shit, my mind blank, all I do is drank
Just a couple days ago it was the homie's birthday
I fucked it up, birth place, ah
See, you flag from the South side but you from the North side, repping Sun Lane, where you from, man?
Claiming Deepside, you a fucking hood hopper
Hit this nigga, heat this nigga, he a grass hopper
See, my niggas'll pop ya, all my niggas wilding
All my niggas styling, we ain't with the God
You thought what we see, man, put him in the sea, man
See me, John Cena in arenas
Niggas queef, uh, like Laquisha, Sharkeisha
Young nigga with the Cali reefer

Blowing loud
That's a pun
I appeal to these niggas
Rest in peace to my nigga
Happy birthday to my nigga Stokeley
I'm sorry for all that bullshit we had to go through that day, bro, real shit, bro
We family, bro
I value you over all these hoes, man
That goes for my whole group, man, real shit, bro
It's 3AM
You take drugs, Danny? (Everyday)
Good, so what's the problem? (I don't know)