3AM on Glenwood
 作词 : Peter Iskander/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/Ozan Yildirim/N. Shebib
 作曲 : Peter Iskander/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/Ozan Yildirim/N. Shebib
 Woah, I get rid of all the smoke like OZM
 Shawty got that real jelly, yeah, petroleum
 Niggas actin' like my kids and they be older than him
 Can't believe they killed Skinny, I really growed up with him
 I'ma leave a lot of niggas covered in roses for him
 Spray the witness, I ain't leavin' no Jehovah for them
 Won a Grammy and I couldn't even show it to him
 Put my face inside the line up, niggas know that I'm him
 Anybody speakin' on my brothers got stepped on
 Pull up from the three like Stefan
 And the coupe bald-headed like the other Stefan
 Put my kids in private school so they could get they prep on
 Think my heart made out of teflon (What? What?)
 Think my heart bulletproof
 You ain't got a mask? I can show you what a hoodie do
 Pull the string tight 'til your eyelids covered too
 I think they on the left, roll the window, hit the lights, boom
 Everybody wish they switched sides when we comin' through
 Everybody wish they was inside when we comin' through
 I pray that you ain't on the other side when we comin' through
 PTSD and I mean it, nigga, Johnny got killed and I seen it, I can't fight with these demons
 Top shotta, nigga, I got gunfire for these demons
 Hope you know you gotta stand on all that shit that you tweetin'
 Took some real niggas from me, I could kill the whole world and I still won't be even
 I be thinkin' 'bout my brothers while I'm shoppin' in Neimans
 Real gangster, when I'm gone, carve my name in the cement
 Watch these hoes when you rich, they play games with the semen
 Trials and tribulations, I face them
 Prosecutors probably wanna case him
 See my opps, I jump out and chase them
 I ain't Charleston White, nigga, I'll never Mace them
 Love for all my artists, nigga, I'll never Mace them
 Shit, that's probably why they hate him
 Tryna get my brother out of jail, I'm like, "Hey, Kim"
 Cut from a different cloth, he never let it break him
 Look at my advance, it make me wonder what I make, damn
 But I own my masters, so I can't do shit but thank them
 Video visits, he be smilin' on FaceTime
 I'm passionate, I'm talkin' with my hands, these ain't gang signs
 You don't know Larry Tateman or CJ, you ain't one of mine
 Braids on my neck, nigga, I ain't got no hang time
 Nigga, I ain't got no kick-it for you
 I don't wanna make friends
 I don't wanna make amends
 I'm chasin' M's

 Yeah, facts
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