3 In Da Mornin’ AdyB (Ft. Frank Black)

[Chorus x2: AdyB]
3 in da mornin’, wrote that shit at 3 in da mornin’
3 in da mornin’, smoke that shit at 3 in da mornin’
3 in da mornin’, put in work at 3 in da mornin’
3 in da mornin’, I be up at 3 in da mornin’

[Verse 1: Ady B]
All nighters with my pen and paper
Steady dodging them haters
Congratulate a player
Aye miss me with that lazy shit
Only hang with creators
Hustlers and gangstas
They only about this paper
Ain’t really got no other option
But to get it hoe
Nothing handed out
We ain’t gonna stop
Until we did it hoe
I’m just trynna make my momma proud
Her job, quit it tho
All that other sucker shit you doing
I ain’t with it hoe, with it hoe
Cause time ain’t waiting for you boy
Shit, it’s real life
You ain’t like, it ain’t for you boy
Gangstas move is silence, on the low
They ain’t making noise
Quit the yapping, get the cabbage
If you really with it boy, with it boy
Tell me how the fuck you wanna make it
All the time you got you just wasting
Can’t be feeling the vibe you stay faking
And I came to realize you mistaking
Me for a fake motherfucker
That’s why I can’t hang with you suckers
No sleeping stay hustling
Stay woke motherfucker