Chris Jordan - 3:15 PM Lyrics

I just turned 23 just a week ago
Still workin even when I should be sleeping doe
Aye bitch in seasoned don't think that this is seasonal
I'm all in
I ain't stressing, honestly I been stallin to put the music out
Cause I'm just afraid of fallinn
Old hoes callin I ain't stressin
But when my ex hit me up she like an exception but we can't go back that's outta the question
I don't know what the f*ck you niggas expected
Whenever I get up on beats the people respect it
Don't play no games or say my name in vain
Go insane to buy my mom a range
And buy my dad and brother diamond rangs
Tryna show my family finer thangs
Ooo I'm so smooth over pro tools
Young nigga still rapping like the old school
10 years from now I'll probably speak at my old school
And tell the students something that'll move em
Gotta keep on working gotta keep it moving
That ain't even a little cap because I'm not Jewish
And I know some people probably never heard of me
Your favorite rapper a capper like he in a fraternity
Sorry baby girl cause I don't text back with no urgency
Currently I'm focused on the currency
Yeah yeah
Back in this bitch again
See through a different lens
My vision different I'm worried about the dividends
Don't try to play me these niggas shady like Eminem
Going so crazy couldn't calm me down with Ritalin
No this ain't no mumble rap
No this ain't no jibberish
Me I'm on some different shit
Me I'm on some different shit
Niggas wanna see me fall
But I'm more like Lavar I wanna see my family ball
Plus I'm like Shaggy tryna eat with my dog
And I turn into a wizard when my back against the wall
And I turn into a wizard when my back against the wall... Raleigh shit nigga