Get rid of your knives, better catch up a pen
Master Zen, stunt double at 3 AM
Running against the wind, (it's become hurricane)
But we'll smash it harder than a fucking earthquake
When everybody boast about all their guts
There are many shortcuts to get in the dusk
(Or to end up fucked!) Surely life is tough
But we gotta be the toughest to reborn from snuts
Acting days ain't over, (I'm tryna reach my best)
My men are outside hitting hard on the game
But I'm sick and tired of hearing ‘bout broken dreams
For all those wanabes I keep saying we gon' see!
3 AM, and the street's alright
Never mind the pressure, gotta love the night
The sound of a leaky faucet letting in the fright
Everything'll be over with the very first light
The game is simple, (striking back to get in)
You'll never gonna get a street PhD
Fight like Mayweather and hide your face
You've never looked like a real thug anyways
Gotta be difficult to live in perpetual glitch
(Whatcha looking for?) Y'all none to teach
And you may be the queen of hardcore
(no prob!) ‘cos you've always been my bitch
(Yeah, I'm white guy and I rap, no prank!)
‘cos being black and rap this way would be too mainstream, fuck!
Taking redemption path, (for our better no wrath)
Whenever you need a lecture just play our tracks
3 AM, and the street's alright
Never mind the pressure, gotta love the night
The sound of a leaky faucet letting in the fright
Everything'll be over with the very first light

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