Father Somber - 3am Lyrics

All these bitches fake, don't talk down to me, aye
Get your teeth straight 'fore you even talk to we
Imma lead a track right, and I keep the features free
For the dollar tree boys, I pull stacks from my sleeves
It's magic, you motherf*ckers don't have it, yuh
What's happenin', I keep bars, the baddest
No dudes wanna f*ck with me, 'cause I got the heebie jeebs
I'm sippin' on Creatine, just keep all that beef off me, aye

Smoke in my eyes, it ain't tough, it ain't rough
F*ck your bitch she a duck, like what

Running the bass, running the flow, running the mix
Basic for me boy, you need more banging shit, aye
Running for Terry, running for icons, running for me, aye
Basically I'm bored everyday but I need (some money)
Some money, hit the racks don't stop like