3:30AM in Queens

Dead soul – you have no energy which is why you love my Inner(G) and you chase the vibe in me, 

But  you can’t handle it so you want to silence me by stirring me like im Mac N Cheez, when it’s lasagna bc I don’t like drama.

Slow down grasshopper, I’m not the  P popper. Lay off that shit you need to quit, mistaking me for needing to be green when I already let it be. 

Sweat her not me, Keith;  I’m no longer your Shawty. Ain’t no just “tolerating” me, when I left you already… now that’s the tea. 

Check yo watch playboy — we don’t wear that no more. (Clock it) Take care of yourself clown, I only respect Tommy; 

I don’t want to be down. My head held high bc I was born with the crown. What you mad you can’t beat it, you feel defeated? 

Beat it down the block, crackheads don’t die everyday B, somebody else may want that shit; to me it don’t hit

Bc the G in me showed me already that the sky is the limit bc that’s where He be and I don’t need your hell on earth, …respectfully. 

It’s a shit ton of innuendos, word play, metaphors and hidden meanings in this peace. Please feel free to share your thoughts on certain lines. This was fun to write and I want it to be interactive. Let me know your interpretations in the comments (I’ll let you know if you were accurate to my intentions). I’m excited to see what ppl come up with. ⬇️

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