Frank Dukes - 3 AM in Sheraton (4PM in Calabasas RMX) lyrics

(Verse 1: Alistotle) I'm in it for the long run All you people you're supposed to know Why in the world would I force myself to present these bars to you? My life's on the line now You still ask who am I now Like you listen but you're missing what I'm saying Cause you looking for a dance now, yeah Say I'ma die a legend Lay flowers on my grave just as I imagined Taste sour when I say I'll make it in a minute I choke on my pride as I swallow it, n***a I chose this life and I'll follow it, n***a I shoot on sight, take coverage, n***a You be tellin' me you gon' fight my demons All I gotta say is I'ma drown in d'evils Back to the lecture at hand Perfection is perfected and the question is the answer The Message is the anthem, I'm already mid-air Have I jumped? Or have I fell? I'm here with NA Bill, I'm never going to fail In spite of these bars, I'm never going to jail My last meal on d**h row would be a happy meal Cause my life is sad and I still may end up in hell (Bridge: NA Bill + Alistotle) Big dreams, flashing lights 3 AM in Sheraton like We at work all night back to back So you know we gotta put what sounds right Getting that Cobain effect Going crazy, I just might Lose my head in a fight and it's bad That's my human condition but it's not humane like (Verse 2: NA Bill) Rinse off the bad thoughts Hence the fights that we go through Walking in the footsteps of others wearing different shoes Knowing only mine fit me Lookin' at other people's families Wishin' mine were that tight I done lost a lot of friends in them lost nights People mourning on the sidewalks while I'm here Contemplating on my depressions We're losing the value of life while others lost lives to value When will I wake up? When will I get on my feet? When will I see the light? Questions roaming like sheep inside the cerebellum Dreaming of a couple billion like a Rockefeller While rocking a Roc-A-Fella rock, all day! I still remember the black bag with the golden accents You wear your heart on your sleeve Kinda like me that what got me attracted to you But my pops was in the hospital that weekend I was supposed to take you out in Now conversations turned awkward like I misguided you But I speak the truth that was the oath Old life with past striped Tryna get it so I still strive like 3 AM in the studio that's my kind of night f** sleep, my ambitions speak! Y'all work for retirement, I work for greatness Hence the understatement I'm the underdog I'm the undercover prodigy like them Adidas, no stripes You playing generals, I'm a living miracle Now when you invite me Betta know my punchlines come +1 Sniffing lines with a Quran page, waitin' on them blessings Just make sure when you see God you ready to address him Conversations with my homie bout How when we open up a studio we won't put a wack song out Guess my standards have lowered ever since