3AM Freestyle

歌手: XXXTENTACION • 专辑: • 发布时间:1970-01-01
Pissed right now, you feel me?
 You know these ***** fake, man
 These *****s ain't really your friends, man
 These *****s gon' diss you behind your back, man
 These *****s ain't shit, man, for real, man
 That's the way I see it, *****
 954, *****
 On some real shit, *****
 Befriended and sneak diss me, *****?
 Aight, *****, that's where it's at, *****, aight, I see you, *****
 Aight, I ain't mad, *****, I'm just letting you where it's at
 Uh
 Sneak diss, uh?
 That's how we do it, *****?
 
 I ain't pissed, just a ***** sneak dissed me
 Make this *****-***** ****in' history
 Get murked, Martin Luther with a Ruger
 That'll blow right through you, mother****er
 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, *****
 You with multiple *****s when you hit these streets
 But you, claimin' that you thuggin'
 Thuggin' in the streets but you thuggin' in your tweets, *****
 Real shit, you a real*****
 **** Nora, ***** Andre, EJ, **** PC, **** V2
 Who the ***** is you?
 ***** my mama, **** my daddy, **** you ****in' too
 ***** the f-, ***** you mother*****g ***** ****as
 Man, I'm mad, screamin', "**** the world"
 How I feel right now, screamin', "***** your girl"
 I'm real impatient, *****s fakin', in my house, hatin'
 Treat this ***** to my mom's
 Then he wanna act friendly on the bomb
 Then I bomb, **** your mom
 Vietnam, in his heart
 You get caught like a Pokémon
 *****s wanna peek at you, you broke your knees, I pick at you
 Pick or chew, like you pick your ****in' nose
 Pick your jaw up off the mother****in' floor
 *****, what you know? *****, claimin hoes
 ***** claim you keep that, *****, you ain't shit bruh
 You ain't gettin' racks, homie, you ain't gettin' stacks
 We was in the tent doing twenty for a black
 Blackmail, black *****, blackmail, 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 ****in' go to Yale but I'll likely go to jail
 I could never *****n' 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 *****d it up, ***** place, ah
 See, you flag from the South side but you from the North side, reppin' Sun Lane, where you from, man?
 Claimin' Deepside, you a ****in' hood hopper
 Hit this *****, heat this *****, he a grass hopper
 See, my *****s'll pop ya, all my niggas wildin'
 All my *****s stylin', we ain't with the God
 You thought what we see, man, put him in the sea, man
 See me, John Cena in arenas
 *****s queef, uh, like Laquisha, Sharkeisha
 Young ***** with the Cali reefer
 Blowin' loud
 That's a pun
 I appeal to these *****
 Rest in peace to my *****
 Happy birthday to my ***** 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)
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