3Am Young Smokes

[Intro]
Just boxed down my prawns and rice
This ain't no savory dinner
Turn this up a little bit please D
I'm living so different
Living so different
Yeah

[Hook]
I've got feds all on me, girls all on me
3AM, walking round like a zombie
Packs on the low but these packs gotta go
Summertime drop the top down for sure
I don't hang around dem man, I don't think they're with it
Spend money like I ain't got a limit
Five star living, bando whipping
Pull up in a Benz, so different

[Verse 1]
I came home, ain't shit changed and you can tell
I don't run but these runners are by Chanel
In my Ralph PJ's, I've got crazy swag
There's no trainers in my JD bag (Hell no!)
I need a G-Wagen '19 plate
Roley on my wrist and I still came late
Destiny's Child the way she's saying my name
I hit her from the back like a fraudulent claim
We rap the same, we're not the same pay grade
I hold on my forearm to aim straight
Hatton Garden just to get my chain made
VVS stones swinging like AJ
Don't lie to them, you ain't that type of weight
I rock Roley's and still don't give them time of day
That's a dead phone G throw that line away
Hopped in a Merc, four-hundred miles a day