3:30 In Houston

Ayo, I had to get somethin' off my chest
 Had to get somethin' off my chest, right
 Turn me up, turn the beat up some
 You know, karma's a bitch, she a dirty bitch
 Ayo, City Boy, remember we robbed them niggas
 For about fifty in jewels and a hundred in cash?
 Hahaha, this shit all come back though
 Ah, yo (and I'm doin' this shit from a wheelchair)
 Uh, quarter million in a week
 I made your bitch come assist with the count
 She could be a thief but because of that mouth
 I give her the benefit of the doubt
 Yeah, extra 20 off a brick
 Those the benefits of a drought, nigga
 I can't even sit on a couch with you
 If it's really bricks in the house, nigga
 For my city, know how I rock
 Breaking news story leaked by the cops
 Cuban links on me, too thick to snatch
 To run off with mines, I had to get shot
 Rolls-Royce truck, they said we stood out
 Only one mistake, I ain't have a lookout
 Quarter in jewels, shoppin' at Walmart
 Take me out the hood, but can't take the hood out
 Made my whole city wanna be rappers (yeah)
 I made the trappers all shoot for the ceiling
 We turned a brick to a lucrative business
 My net worth about a cool two million
 Already know what you do for them hoes
 But it's about what you do for your niggas
 Meetings with HOV and kickin' it with E
 I put my team in a room with them billions
 Fuck all the bloggers, the niggas who shot me
 Fuck all the opps and fuck Wendy Williams
 Can't trust nobody, it's all smoke and mirrors
 I still ain't make no real friends in this business
 Rolls-Royce truck, they said we stood out
 Only one mistake, I ain't have a lookout
 Quarter in jewels, shoppin' at Walmart
 Take me out the hood, but can't take the hood out
 Niggas told me since this shit happened that I'm lit
 I should take advantage of it
 That's why I really can't stand you suckers
 Go to Instagram but won't handle nothin'
 Out the hospital to a private jet
 The bullet really ain't damage nothin' (I'm good, nigga)
 Niggas would've been in my position
 I bet they would've hit the panic button, man (niggas get shot everyday, B)
 They was sent for me, my dawg in Houston got a tip for me
 Mexicans that'll wig for me
 Their pinky fingers gettin' sent to me, yeah
 Interviews with me, all sent offers
 Stuck to the code, the mob, no talkin'
 Won't talk about it on camera
 Unless it's with Anderson Cooper or Barbara Walters (3:30 in Houston)
 You know how this shit go (yeah)
 Black Sopranos, nigga (yeah) Griselda, nigga (3:30 in Houston)
 We get them shits, nigga (3:30 in Houston)
 And we gon' take 'em (ah) real gangster shit, nigga (ah, 3:30 in Houston)
 You know what they say (yeah) niggas get shot everyday, B (uh)
 Real shit though, I'm doin' this shit from a wheelchair (3:30 in Houston)
 They said, they said that shit was an attempt because (yeah, 3:30 in Houston)
 I still had cash on me
 I still had a ton of cash on me and I still had jewels on me (3:30 in Houston)
 You know what I'm sayin'? This shit deeper than rap (3:30 in Houston)
 Don't believe these dick-eatin' niggas
 Niggas really wanna be us
 Let's go