[Intro]
Ya
This some real shit
Look
[Verse 1]
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
It's 3 A.M. in Del Amo
Ya
This some real shit
Look
[Verse 1]
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
It's 3 A.M. in Del Amo
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