3.A.M IN WALNUT PARK
3.A.M IN WALNUT PARK

Crando - 3.A.M IN WALNUT PARK Lyrics

Oct 18, 2021
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3.A.M IN WALNUT PARK Lyrics

We on?
Aye
Look
Aye
Walk down my block at 3 o'clock might hear the voices of a momma crying
Ambulance and task force racing to that homicide
Bullets flying from chops and nines
Niggas dying from dropping dimes
I cant get caught without mines
I cant lack got too much pride
I cant lie my heart too big so when i'm rich they might just try
And if that nigga switch don't be bitch don't even ask em why
Stay true to yourself, you a young boss keep working 9 to 5
Stay on yo grind
Put in yo time
And watch that paper multiply
Lock up yo heart and keep it safe cuz they gone try to get inside
And tell you lies, play with yo mind, but i wont let them play with mines
Crando Trey stay with some weigh, but i don't think he exercise
My uncle came home from that bid
First thing he did was whip a pie
Like "slow down unc i know you tired"
Been in and out since '85
But if he quit he wont survive
I see the pain right in his eyes
Walnut Park where i reside
I reminisce when i get high
Most of my niggas in the sky
And i couldn't even say goodbye
On the north side we play ball for real
Yeah we play ball for real
From 70 to 64 we serving white like Doctor Phil
New clientele keep hitting my phone
I'm jamming hard like Shaq O'neal
Don't need no pill I keep it real
Pass me a cup I D'usse sip
I don't fuck with them
Imma clutch on them
Tell the opps check the score cuz we up on them
Nigga dissed 3 Gang we gone stomp on him
In the party 20 deep we gone jump on him
Niggas pillow talking i don't fuck with them
Dee gang 3 gang yeah i'm stuck with them
61 sherry block them my brothers nem
When we slide on the opps we gone dunk on them
Walk down my block at 3 o'clock might hear the voices of a momma crying
Ambulance and task force
Racing to that homicide
Bullets flying from chops and nines
Niggas dying from dropping dimes
I cant get caught without mines
I cant lack got too much pride
I cant lie my heart too big so when i'm rich they might just try
And if that nigga switch don't be a bitch, don't even ask em why
Stay true to yourself
You a young boss keep working 9 to 5
Stay on yo grind
Put in yo time
And watch that paper multiply
For real
For real, for real
No cap
Straight from the trenches views from the 6
Hann

We on?
Aye
Look
Aye
Walk down my block at 3 o'clock might hear the voices of a momma crying
Ambulance and task force racing to that homicide
Bullets flying from chops and nines
Niggas dying from dropping dimes
I cant get caught without mines
I cant lack got too much pride
I cant lie my heart too big so when i'm rich they might just try
And if that nigga switch don't be bitch don't even ask em why
Stay true to yourself, you a young boss keep working 9 to 5
Stay on yo grind
Put in yo time
And watch that paper multiply
Lock up yo heart and keep it safe cuz they gone try to get inside
And tell you lies, play with yo mind, but i wont let them play with mines
Crando Trey stay with some weigh, but i don't think he exercise
My uncle came home from that bid
First thing he did was whip a pie
Like "slow down unc i know you tired"
Been in and out since '85
But if he quit he wont survive
I see the pain right in his eyes
Walnut Park where i reside
I reminisce when i get high
Most of my niggas in the sky
And i couldn't even say goodbye
On the north side we play ball for real
Yeah we play ball for real
From 70 to 64 we serving white like Doctor Phil
New clientele keep hitting my phone
I'm jamming hard like Shaq O'neal
Don't need no pill I keep it real
Pass me a cup I D'usse sip
I don't fuck with them
Imma clutch on them
Tell the opps check the score cuz we up on them
Nigga dissed 3 Gang we gone stomp on him
In the party 20 deep we gone jump on him
Niggas pillow talking i don't fuck with them
Dee gang 3 gang yeah i'm stuck with them
61 sherry block them my brothers nem
When we slide on the opps we gone dunk on them
Walk down my block at 3 o'clock might hear the voices of a momma crying
Ambulance and task force
Racing to that homicide
Bullets flying from chops and nines
Niggas dying from dropping dimes
I cant get caught without mines
I cant lack got too much pride
I cant lie my heart too big so when i'm rich they might just try
And if that nigga switch don't be a bitch, don't even ask em why
Stay true to yourself
You a young boss keep working 9 to 5
Stay on yo grind
Put in yo time
And watch that paper multiply
For real
For real, for real
No cap
Straight from the trenches views from the 6
Hann

Writer(s): Brando Cotton
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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