3 AM lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's 3 a.m., I am not tired yet
I am just wired up
Head to the studio, it's getting fired up
I'ma keep working while everyone's eyes are shut
Y-y-you cannot stop me, I'm goin' til doomsday
'Bout to have every club up on Tuesday
Working like two-a-days
I'ma have two baes
Feelin' like I haven't slept in a few days
You musta heard that I'm on the comeup
Workin' til the sunup
Like 1 a.m., 2 a.m., 3 a.m
I'ma keep goin' til I'm back at one again
I'ma keep flowin', no H2O
So cold, I make it snow
That's problematic, 'cause I'm with a naked hoe
I'm in the freshest clothes
Yes, I know
Watch me take over the world, I'm not flexin', though
Uh
Team No Sleep, stand up
Switchin' up the flow like a haircut
White boy, wait, what?
You fools funny like a standup
Hands up
When I hit the stage like the band's up
Yeah
And I'm tryna get my bands up
Tryna get enough fans, I can have a tour
Worldwide, your sh*t comin' from the sewer
Y'all should stand up when I'm comin' thru the door (Door)
Yeah
I take it back, man, I'm flexin'
But I got the right tune, never restin'
Always on my game, 'bouta have your girl textin'
Probably blow her off 'cause I'm focused on the checks, son
3 a.m., comin' to you live from my section
Yeah
Uh
Four, five, six, now it's on to the next one
[Chorus]
3 a.m. (Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, one, two, three)
Wide awake
On my grind
'Til I die awake
3 a.m. (Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, one, two, three)
Wide awake
On my grind
'Til I die awake

[Verse 2]
3 a.m., working this routine
Not a new thing
Got the same flow
As a year ago
But I'm growin' out a pair of new wings
They heard "U Beautiful" like "Oh, he sings
And he raps, too, damn, that's dope"
What you thought, motherf*cker? I'm talented
That's the reason that her mouth's where my phallus is
Oh sh*t
Here he go again with the c*ckiness
He a monster like the mothaf*ckin' Loch Ness is
But when I drop an album, y'all gon' probably cop that sh*t
And that's obvious
Turn the gears up a notch, now I'm comin' up quicker than some vomit from a drunk b*tch
Boutta be young, rich
Infamous and famous
Only dressin' in the latest
But now I'm grindin' hard til the day I finally make it
Yeah
I want that lavish life
The baddest wife
A house in the Hills next to Howard, Dwight
b*tch, I ball like Brandon Wright
Shout-out to homie, yeah, the homie's right
In the office like D-wight and Michael Scott
A bit of paper but I won a lot
Tried to pull up to the parking lot
In a Lamborghini I just bought
Got a plan, homie, that's the plot (That's the plot)
[Bridge]
It's just a matter of time (Matter of time)
It's just a matter of time
Quote me on that sh*t, it's just a matter of time
And I ain't stoppin' til I'm in the game and callin' it mine (Callin' it mine)
Uh
It's just a matter of time (Matter of time)
It's just a matter of time
Quote me on that sh*t, it's just a matter of time
And I ain't stoppin' til I'm in the game and callin' it mine (Callin' it mine)

[Chorus]
3 a.m. (Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, one, two, three)
Wide awake
On my grind
'Til I die awake
3 a.m. (Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, one, two, three)
Wide awake
On my grind
'Til I die awake