21 Savage – 3AM on Glenwood Lyrics | Audio

Lyrics 3AM on Glenwood – 21 Savage

Woah, I get rid of all the smoke like Ozium
Shorty got that real jelly, yeah, petroleum
N**gas actin’ like my kids and they be older than him
Can’t believe they killed Skinny, I really growed up with him
I’ma leave a lot of n**gas covered in roses for him
Spray the witness, I ain’t leavin’ no Jehovah for them
Won a Grammy and I couldn’t even show it to him
Put my face inside a line up, n**gas know that I’m him

Anybody speakin’ on my brothers got stepped on
Pull up from the three like Stephen
And the coupe bald-headed like the other Stephon
Put my kids in private school so they could get they prep on
Think my heart made out of Teflon

What, what, think my heart bulletproof
You ain’t got a mask, I can show you what a hoodie do
Pull the string tight ’til your eyelids covered too
I think they on the left, roll the window, hit the lights, boom
Everybody wish they switched sides when we comin’ through
Everybody wish they was inside when we comin’ through

I pray that you ain’t on the other side
When we comin’ through
PTSD and I mean it
N**ga, Johnny got killed and I seen it
I can’t fight with these demons
Top shotta, n**ga, I got gunfire for these demons
Hope you know you gotta stand on all that s**t you been tweetin’
Took some real n**gas from me
I could kill the whole world and I still won’t be even
I be thinkin’ ’bout my brothers
While I’m shoppin’ in Neiman’s
Real gangster, when I’m gone
Carve my name in the cement
Watch these h*es when you rich
They play games with the semen

Trials and tribulations, I face them
Prosecutors probably wanna case him
See my opps, I jump out and chase them
I ain’t Charleston White, n**ga, I’ll never Mace them
Love for all my artists, n**ga, I’ll never Mase them
S**t, that’s probably why they hate him
Tryna get my brother out of jail, I’m like, Hey, Kim
Cut from a different cloth, he never let it break him

Look at my advance, it make me wonder, would I make them
But I own my masters, so I can’t do s**t but thank them
Video visits, he be smilin’ on FaceTime
Passionate, I’m talkin’ with my hands, these ain’t gang signs
You don’t know Larry, Tayman, or CJ, you ain’t one of mine
Braids on my neck, n**ga, I ain’t got no hang time
N**ga, I ain’t got no kick-it for you
I don’t wanna make friends
I don’t wanna make amends
I’m chasin’ M’s

Yeah, facts
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➤ Written by 21 Savage, OZ, Peter Iskander & 40
Album: Her Loss
Produced by OZ, Peter Iskander & 40
21 Savage | 2022

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