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Ya This some real shit Look Look, 3 A.M. in Del Amo, headin' down Central Ro smokin' the blunt, I'm smokin' these instrumentals School of hard knocks, my niggas got they credentials Hot boxin', feel like Inception, I'm stuck in limbo Faded, scrollin' through numbers, lookin' like, "Where's the box?" Treat these bitches like reminiscin', we just sharin' thots Half these bitches ain't shit, so fuck it, who after this? Scared to have a daughter 'cause karma harder than Calculus 3 A.M. in Del Amo, cruisin' with cloudy vision Always speak about Pretty, who drove the Honda Civic This shit I did made it seem like I had it out for you Wish I could rewind and not do the shit that I'm 'bout to do 'Bout to do, life gettin' scary 'cause death is gettin' closer Three funerals in a month, I should be a heavy smoker Dope, I hit your girl with a chick, I heard you barely know her And I don't either, so I won't speak on them daily shoulders I just know it seemed fishy, had to call it out Don't know what happened but heard the news and had to fall out That's why I fuck 'em at the crib or at my doghouse 'Cause any day, some pussy could take your dogs out Rest in peace, where the streets O-Ds, lately, I keep 'em close like three O-Ts Holy flow, listen while this G-O-D's sick spittin', sick writtens need D-O-Cs Letras de cancionesIt's 3 A.M. in Del Amo Let that shit keep rockin' It's about 4 now Look, look, it's 4 A.M. in Del Amo, headin' down Central Ro smokin' a blunt, I'm smokin' these instrumentals School of hard knocks, my niggas got they credentials Hot-boxin', feel like Inception, I'm stuck in limbo Uh oh, really don't give a fuck so Heard they want that change, this that bunk with a cup flow Real niggas spittin' but beats bumpin' like stucco Barely do that trap shit, niggas spittin' that wack shit Rappers soundin' like Future but I don't care to name Everyone mockin', this shit lookin' like para-games Got niggas nervous like you at schoolin' your parents came Spittin' fire nigga, this that "Niggas In Paris" flame All these niggas talk about, who hotter and shit I put the music first, fuck the gossip and shit And I don't need a Grammy, I lost mine as a kid Wish I could rewind it, and live it, rewind it again But all these niggas speak about is money, bitches, Bacardi I'm speakin' the truth, the proof is seen hardly And I'm tryna build these rap tours, no Kyle Lowry Don't need no menages, sorry, look at what it did to Safari 4 A.M. in D.A This nigga really knock out and shit We still movin' though Look, it's 5 A.M. in Del Amo, headin' down Central Pulled up on L.T., I'm still smokin' these instrumentals Memory's Inception, my mind's floatin' in limbo Reminiscin' back to when everything was so simple, ugh That's way back when Meech and Kane was let out So when the big homies was throwin' money and sped out Couple homies bled out, so when I'm talkin' that shit It's for my nigga Fonz, locked up, he ain't been out in years Fuck the hype, boy, I do it for the soul of it Tell Rock that we do it for the soul of it Tell Soul that we do it for the soul of it Wait, I never do it 'cause the hoes love it Take the streets to my dreams, I hit the roads, fuck it Gassin' that bitch to the flashiest whips is in my nigga grips Until the tip of my dick is on these bitches lips I guess I do it for the hoes still But for the soul, will give a nigga that cold feel Del Amo nigga, someone tell Soul, I'm still killin' these niggas Naw, I ain't brought no Bas but I'm still realer than niggas Cuttin' the haters out the frame, if they ain't gettin' the picture And crop my niggas in, Photoshop the subplot to bring my niggas ends Was in Vegas a while ago, still countin' what I spent Poppin' bottles for my nigga's twenty-fifth Hopefully, at twenty-six, we do it bigger and better Keep it movin' and petallin' until the money in Being fake in this game could bring it to an end Funny how keepin' it straight could put you in a Benz Enough of that, this that grit, grime, hustle rap This that "my momma stressin'", I done had enough of that Account low, I've been tryna get the money stacks Just so I could get it back, filled like a runnin' back Ya, it's all easy in the end, huh Well, you look back and see how far you've came I hold this shit up like diapers with no depends, right 'Cause when you real, circumstances can't cause you to change Take advantage of shots given like Willy B Losin' friends on the way, not as bad as what it seems 'Cause real relationships always figure a way to surface Just let it go and never return, it's for a purpose Hopin' you witness your dreams and still love I still hustle and grind 'till the filler reveals us As the best niggas do in this shit, I'm killin' shit in my sleep I'm Freddy Kreuger when spittin', the rudest, I'm gifted I'm twelve twenty-fifths in this, gift wrapped and present spittin' Right on their toes, but fuck it, I'm still ahead of niggas Killin' them bags, this straight gas, the stove runnin' Every day, I'm doin' it for the soul 5 AM in D.A From Letras Mania