NACHTS UM 3
OMAR (GER)
3 AM
Yeah
I’m from packs of white
To: I don’t care about the price (I came from nothing)
I’m ghosting that London girl
'Cause she wants to know what’s in my bank account
I’m out here at 3 AM
Handing out in a bag (With fat bricks)
Mom’s finally laughing with me
'Cause I make sure it’s always a celebration
Hey, they wanted to push me out for real, 'cause
I rap in my lyrics about cash and deals
I could live a life that the damn cops don’t know
But I stay in the hood, 'cause that’s how he sees my Benz
I go out every day, bring food to the table
If there’s nothing to celebrate, then I celebrate myself
I smoke top-shelf, and you losers smoke bricks
Even in the cell, I had better stuff
I come out of the cell with a bang
And fuck up German rap’s mother without a pass
Kilos in the freezer and cops on the net
If I smell any cop, I’m out (Bye)
I’m from packs of white
To: I don’t care about the price (I came from nothing)
I’m ghosting that London girl
'Cause she wants to know what’s in my bank account
I’m out here at 3 AM
Handing out in a bag (With fat bricks)
Mom’s finally laughing with me
'Cause I make sure it’s always a celebration
That it’s always a celebration
Hey, they wanted to put me in the third world
'Cause I don’t have new friends, just my old ones (Pfft)
I open the Aldi bag (Open it up)
And see buds as big as my fist, and I pick the best one
I got [?] who love me, I got clients I need
But there’s never gonna be one I trust again (Let’s go, woah)
What: Do nothing? I’m grinding with clients and chopping sticks
Fifty on fifty stacking
Let the books burn, dude, anything can happen
With kilos in the freezer and cops on the net
If I smell any cop, I’m out (Bye)
I’m from packs of white
To: I don’t care about the price (I came from nothing)
I’m ghosting that London girl
'Cause she wants to know what’s in my bank account
I’m out here at 3 AM
Handing out in a bag (With fat bricks)
Mom’s finally laughing with me
'Cause I make sure it’s always a celebration
That it’s always a celebration
Yeah
