3 AM In The Suburbs

I aint with that negativity, but that shit my ability Bitches dumb they on my phone and tryna fuck with me Girl I told you many times that I'm staying DTB You be in my way you aint my responsibility She tryna hold me, hold me up for ransom Girl I'm way too classy I could fuck you in that phantom Blowing up my phone with some shit that be random Say you wanna pullup and just fuck to our own anthem Glock 17 on his body and watch the bullets spray If he talking on my fam Imma pop him in his brain Man I really went through hard times, but I aint really on that But I know some killers who gon shoot and is really on that Im a young ass kid and I'm really misunderstood They look at me like I'm a thug that used to trap in the hood I look at them confused like why you on bout what my business say I be writing stories bout my life but they aint even care They be pointing fingers at me like they want me off the charts They centered around theyselves like how these bitches act like bots I just seen myself confused but I'm still writing hella art I can't lie I aint finished I got some greatness from the start They gon point a middle finger at me like these hoes be dropping me I be really on that grind like they gon try and copy me Try to purge my name but they aint see just what they missed from me Fuck a deal I'm on my own so yall cannot just leach from me I said fuck my ex, she a dumb ass hoe She gon text my phone asking wheres my clothes I said girl I aint seen your shit no more You a broke ass hoe, you a broke ass hoe I said fuck my ex Yeah fuck my ex Ohh, fuck my ex Yeah I said fuck my ex No more No more No more No more