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primere – 3:00 a.m. freestyle lyrics

[intro: primere]
yo, yo, you (that’s right)

[verse 1: primere]
it’s three in the morning and i’m chilling
living my life, plotting on them like a villain
but i’m a good guy like a cop, man i’m k!lling
every single beat, man i’m feeling this feeling of feeling, uh…
aye, aye this feeling of remorse don’t cross my heart, of course
i’m the source of destruction in the game
i’m so hungry i could eat a horse
give me money, give me chains, give me fame, which is worse? (which is worse)
yo, real talk, i had a chat with mom
she said, ‘one day you gon’ be balling, one day you gon’ have it all’
(woah) d-mn, then it hit me…
i’m cool with making a hundred thousand a year, even fifty
‘cause think about it: when you give me a hundred, i’m acting like the sh-t
but when i have five bucks, i’m like the other kids
real humble, never loud
but when i have two bills in my back pocket, i’ll start acting proud
and it’s subconscious, i don’t mean it
but i can’t deny it big mama, yeah i’ve seen it
imagine if a had a million dollars in the bank
i’d forget my people, and my vocabulary wouldn’t have a “thanks”
nah, i can’t forget tujunga
i can’t blow up, make it big to be another
shia labeouf or a paul walker, rest in peace
i got to stay true to us, got to rep my peeps
yeah, humbleness is a blessing
money can handle depression
or put you in a worse state like a
dysfunctional erection if you let it
aye i’m setting goals
bet my whole bank account that i’ma get a toll
of dead rappers when i’m done with this, i’ma k!ll them
the realist, i’ma fill them with money and hang them on my wall
best believe i’m coming hard this fall
‘cause everybody’s eyes on me, and i’m trying to impress them all
bless them with my lyrics, hit them with the spirits
of every g.o.a.t. that’s deceased while shutting up the critics
mentor in my ear, whispering, it’s mostly me
making moves to prove myself and who i’m supposed to be
uh, tryna be the best from coast to coast my g
but keep tujunga in my heart, it’s always close to me (west coast)
can’t wait to have the money just to feed the kids
like my homie’s parents never did, yeah
aye, money talks, money talks
bouta make a milly, bouta buy a hundred watches
watch us make it to the top, n-body stop us
bouta have ever girl on the block topless
yeah, money talks, money talks
bouta make a milly, bouta buy a hundred watches
watch us make it to the top, n-body stop us
bouta have ever girl on the block topless, yeah…

[outro: primere]
it’s primere…
b.truthful… yeah
b.truthful for life

- primere lyrics

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