3am Letters

Locked up all in my head
Locked up 3am letters all on my bed
Locked up with the dough trynna make my own bread
I keep asking why these niggas see me as the main threat
Then i look back at my songs check my rhyme spread
I ain't really with these niggas into phony ass trends
Throwing shots better know that I'm bullet proof vestd
All black in the field how I'm coming all dressed
Times changed it's a new me
It's a new day
Now I'm running full court trynna make the best play
Roll a J then i wait up on beyonce
Three niggas at my back looking like I'm conte
What can i say
Smoking niggas on an ashtray
3am i said i had alot of things to say
Tell myself i gotta run it up until my last day
If it's Rap or it's Trap or it's Fuckin Reggae
Okay
Switching up back to the basics
Looking back on every bar how gonna hate this
Put this song on repeat or a fucking playlist
If you feeling kinda down and you wanna break shit
All emotions that i gave to the wrong bitch
All the pain in my heart it gon make my brain twitch
Codeine never did me half what they did
And my niggas called me stupid when i made the pain bleed
She a junkie for the pills shawty gon fiend
She be stuck between what she wants and needs
When she slapped me turned the other cheek
Now I'm Fifty levels up far away from her league

Locked up in my head
3am letters on my bed
Lost all in my head
3am writing letters on my bed

Hold on
Can i go on
This verse imma show off switch my tone up
Young kid going big about the time i blowed up
In my city they respect me Reezy corleone bruh
On the highway smoking down windows rolled up
All my niggas staying solid why he wanna fold up
Mix the lean up pour the drank all in my cup
Raise a glass for the niggas who been keeping shii tough
It's a cold world why you wanna disrespect me
Sneak dissing i can see you shining bright with envy
Jesus piece round my neck when the devil tempt me
Only two things make me happy,money and my family
I've been seeing things kinda feeling like a banshee
These voices in my head talking to me daily
Still living in the sauce feeling like I'm Gravy
It's some different kind of feelings I've been feeling lately
Jennifer Teggy Esther and stacy
Four women In my life I don't really play with
Staying solid and you know they always on the same shii
Momma told me get the bag and fuck with the same bitch
While I'm writing all these letters I'm still breaking down bricks
Always coming number 1 like a fuckin draft pick
Hail mary it's a massacre I'm going kendrick
Why did i just hail mary Fuck it bitch I'm catholic
Bars sharp on the beat and it's looking tragic
Bobby tarantino add it up and see the logic
Always talking without talking now I'm looking psychic
I be batman robbing niggas with my sidekick
And my side bitch

Locked up in my head
3am letters on my bed
Lost all in my head
3am writing letters on my bed

Locked up in my head
Locked up in my head
Lost all in my head
Writing letters on my bed
Yeah