VI Seconds - 3:30AM lyrics

[Intro] Yo, yo This ain't for nobody but me Call me selfish I don't really care Look [Verse 1: VI Seconds] Boy it's funny how seven days can make a difference Boy it's funny how several hate, then need a**istance It's funny how n***as will call you 'brother' But lacking communication You make it, then they complain that you're keeping your distance Girl it's crazy how love will make you grown Girl it's crazy how people play like they're your own It's crazy you'll give your heart to a b**h She amazes you with a pitch Then she'll toss the sh** like your heart was just made to be thrown People saying that they love you but really they mean it Feeling like I'm only cherished when sh** is convenient Like now that I'm getting money, can't none of these n***as son me And your past woman crushes have s**ed on my penis I'm saying People change and start acting indecent Cause I'm doing well, now n***as taxing for pieces It's strange, cause if I fell on my face while out in public I ain't ever trusting you lames to keep it a secret The people I call homies take notice of my endeavors But hardly give me a dap for the fact that I'm doing better Family I haven't talked to in years Cause I learned that I'm sh**-talking while I'm chasing my career But it's the, hand I was dealt Jack chasing to be a king without a Queen by my side cause I trust None with a ring, no Diamond to bestow in the club, hate where I stay Lost my heart to a b**h She ain't give a f**, like she spayed Or I'm Overthinking at 3 am in the morning Sitting alone, drinking, thinking 'This is the sh** I was born with!?' But I'll never forfeit Fitting my for when my for fits You ain't with me, I'll never force it Just flow like faucets For, this is my life, and the key to my fortune Disrespect to my direction, this fist is made for chins, see I Had a bit of a violent streak on these violent streets You were a target if you weren't seeing eye-to-eye with me But, guess I get that from my brother, and I give him resentment Cause of what his actions do to my mother See I'm one of two, but I made moves on the proper side I say one of two cause I don't account for my father's side My father Another n***a I don't really know I hate him, yet part of me really wishes that we could grow Who knows? I could decide to go to London next year He may lack them, but it took balls for me to get here Got a couple questions for him, but I'll do without those letters And right now, I don't feel like he deserves another record I remember getting started on the net with a group of n***as Who rapped, who I don't think I'll forget All aiming for success, but the friendship was just noise Cause n***as grew tired and started acting like some fuccbois So n***as ceased communication, and it was perfect timing That's when my sh** started reaching to other nations And that's when n***as wanna show, screaming fraudulence But wouldn't reappear, if I didn't have an audience Oh Lord, the sh** that n***as do for promo Quit to rant on Twitter, cause leeching me is a no-go Pitchforks in hand, typing out how they mad at me Even the rest saying he regrets calling me family Oh Lord, I guess that's just my game Small wounds that build muscle, these are just my gains Start whipping a little different, guess that's just my lane f** your promo, I ain't calling y'all by name So where does that leave me? I ain't going back to college I'm staying off of that chain like I never been into bondage Staying off of the chain like young Berg Staying off of the chain like a runaway dog, and it's absurd The hand that I was dealt was full of sh**, though I don't touch turds I turned it into gold and all I needed was one word Music. I got fans to the roof Dedicated, they got my name on tats, cause it's true I mastered the booth, looking past and surpa**ing your truths They are to me what cash is to you Oh! Answer to who? Lord, as I kneel and I pray And I thank you for the blessings you brought these days Connecting me with these people that'll feel my pains And see my change, the others trying to see my stage Gonna be hopping out the kitchen the moment I get cooking Got a West Side vibe, but I keep my sh** so Brooklyn Cause I'm that one, maintaining my run 'til it stops 'Till the crown's on my head, and the throne's on my block Dogging head's 'round America, get shown out my spots Your running shoes at the ready, then your soles in a box Give your b**hes the kiss of d**h, learn to grow from the locks Got the key to success, now show me the locks Went from a curly head, now I'm showing the 'locks Coming at your heads, now I'm showing the 'locks You n***as wishing the differences we show in the lock But I'm the pick, like what a thief shows in the lock I'm the coldest of soldiers, boulders on both shoulders With a soul, you'll be hold at the moment I pop Holding a Glock, taking this whole era for ransom It's about to ugly, like I can't do handsome Red [Outro] And that's therapy Take it how you want it Tyler that sh**--that sh**--that sh** hurt my lungs It's real talk though!