[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Three, three in the morning I'm on a roll (Roll)
Pushing through block to block with heat (Heat)
Many tell me I need to go home (Home)
But I can't get away from the streets (Streets)
Three in the morning I'm on a roll (Roll)
Pushing through block to block with heat (Heat)
Many tell me I need to go home (Home)
But I can't get away from the streets (Streets)

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]
Been in a liquor bottle for days (Days)
Thinking 'bout life and I wanna take mine (Take mine)
Sick of working for minimum wage
I'm about to walk up in the building with heat in my waistline
Tried to get a better fan with this rap
I don't wanna keep on coming through another window with Macs
Telling everybody "Hit the ground face down or be clacked"
I don't really wanna have to go through anothеr night just like that
I mean, Monday, Tuesday, Wеdnesday, riding
Only got a little bit of small bucks, kill 'em all up, Bin Laden
Drink it all up by Thursday, by Friday I'm hopping
Up in somebody else window for Nintendo's I'm shopping (Gang gang)
They finally found me up in a dump looking for some food
I ain't ate in weeks and I'm sorry, it seem I'm being rude
Man up in the alley is me instead of my living room
Pushing again to the edge, I'm off the ledge, it's my interlude
I'm a danger to the whole wide world (Jóse)
They tell me I was different, told 'em "Yeah, you fucking right" (Shit)
I dream of redrum when I be sleeping, man
You think that I was tweaking when this feeling keep me up all night
We live in dark days with the blinds closed
Nobody wanna creep and so I'm sleeping with my eyes open
The whole wide world going Brainsick
When you see that shit you gon' wish that I'm joking
[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Three, three in the morning I'm on a roll (Roll)
Pushing through block to block with heat (Heat)
Many tell me I need to go home (Home)
But I can't get away from the streets (Streets)
Three in the morning I'm on a roll (Roll)
Pushing through block to block with heat (Heat)
Many tell me I need to go home (Home)
But I can't get away from the streets (Streets)

[Verse 2: The Game]
Block to block, I'm with the Draco (Draco)
My killers gon' move when I say so (Say so)
Knocking the windows out a Tahoe
All mouth on the net, now you wanna hide though
Play no games with these opps
Banging the thing at these cops (Fuck twelve)
Orangutans on these blocks
And we got bling in these drops

[Verse 3: Frayser Boy]
Get it how I live, that's street shit (Street shit)
Simple for a month 'til I'm sleep (Sleep)
N***a run game, I'ma peep (I'ma peep)
Bizzle about his duties, plain to see (Plain to see)
No thang, I'ma keep it ten toes (Ten toes)
Cold game, that's just how the wind blows (Wind blows)
With the shit, hit a lick with my kinfolk
Get the stick, it's a hit when you sin for (Gone)
Yeah, n***a Tyler Bizzle living (N***a, living)
Off top, been that way since the beginning (The beginning)
Fuck a law cause we're registered to win it (To win)
Our cause get expensive when you in it (When you in it)
Real from the start to the ending (To the ending)
At your mouth get to drilling like a dentist (Like a dentist)
Damn right, if I said it then I meant it (Then I mean it)
Get to flexing your direction, now you're finished (Now you're finished)
[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Three, three in the morning I'm on a roll (Roll)
Pushing through block to block with heat (Heat)
Many tell me I need to go home (Home)
But I can't get away from the streets (Streets)
Three in the morning I'm on a roll (Roll)
Pushing through block to block with heat (Heat)
Many tell me I need to go home (Home)
But I can't get away from the streets (Streets)

[Verse 4: T-Rock]
You wanna talk about doing dirt
Between me and my shooters we 'bout to get more
No more living the life I used to be living
A family man, finally I got something to live for
Minimum wage so I ain't counting a mill
Ain't got a picket fence or a house on the hill
If you got million in dreams but barely got pennies up in your pocket, my n***a I know just how it feels
Fell out with a few friends and olé
Tryna keep a n***a from his kids, I'm finna go crazy
When you got a bitch on a power trip shit'll get so shady
This ain't no soap opera bitch, I'm not Bo Brady
I'm project living, no food in the refrigerator so I guess I gotta make a mission
Looking for a victim, aim for the fool and now pay attention
Stick him so my family can stay in commission
Now I'm finally headed back to my old ways
My conscious, this shit is fucking with me
I don't wanna relapse, the facts
Wanna take the kids so it's making me real
And I give a fuck who I front when I let the heat clap
Saying cause I keep a handgun I'm a bad influence
But as a kid talk about a dad, I ain't really had one
Came up mad and ruthless (Mad and ruthless)
[Chorus: Twisted Insane]
Three, three in the morning I'm on a roll (Roll)
Pushing through block to block with heat (Heat)
Many tell me I need to go home (Home)
But I can't get away from the streets (Streets)
Three in the morning I'm on a roll (Roll)
Pushing through block to block with heat (Heat)
Many tell me I need to go home (Home)
But I can't get away from the streets (Streets)