[Verse 1]
It's 3 a.m., I am not tired yet
I am just wired up
Head to the studio, it's getting fired up
I'ma keep working while everyone's eyes are shut
Y-y-you cannot stop me, I'm goin' til doomsday
'Bout to have every club up on Tuesday
Working like two-a-days
I'ma have two baes
Feelin' like I haven't slept in a few days
You musta heard that I'm on the comeup
Workin' til the sunup
Like 1 a.m., 2 a.m., 3 a.m
I'ma keep goin' til I'm back at one again
I'ma keep flowin', no H2O
So cold, I make it snow
That's problematic, 'cause I'm with a naked hoe
I'm in the freshest clothes
Yes, I know
Watch me take over the world, I'm not flexin', though
Uh
Team No Sleep, stand up
Switchin' up the flow like a haircut
White boy, wait, what?
You fools funny like a standup
Hands up
When I hit the stage like the band's up
Yeah
And I'm tryna get my bands up
Tryna get enough fans, I can have a tour
Worldwide, your shit comin' from the sewer
Y'all should stand up when I'm comin' thru the door (Door)
Yeah
I take it back, man, I'm flexin'
But I got the right tune, never restin'
Always on my game, 'bouta have your girl textin'
Probably blow her off 'cause I'm focused on the checks, son
3 a.m., comin' to you live from my section
Yeah
Uh
Four, five, six, now it's on to the next one
[Chorus]
3 a.m. (Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, one, two, three)
Wide awake
On my grind
'Til I die awake
3 a.m. (Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, one, two, three)
Wide awake
On my grind
'Til I die awake

[Verse 2]
3 a.m., working this routine
Not a new thing
Got the same flow
As a year ago
But I'm growin' out a pair of new wings
They heard "U Beautiful" like "Oh, he sings
And he raps, too, damn, that's dope"
What you thought, motherfucker? I'm talented
That's the reason that her mouth's where my phallus is
Oh shit
Here he go again with the cockiness
He a monster like the mothafuckin' Loch Ness is
But when I drop an album, y'all gon' probably cop that shit
And that's obvious
Turn the gears up a notch, now I'm comin' up quicker than some vomit from a drunk bitch
Boutta be young, rich
Infamous and famous
Only dressin' in the latest
But now I'm grindin' hard til the day I finally make it
Yeah
I want that lavish life
The baddest wife
A house in the Hills next to Howard, Dwight
Bitch, I ball like Brandon Wright
Shout-out to homie, yeah, the homie's right
In the office like D-wight and Michael Scott
A bit of paper but I won a lot
Tried to pull up to the parking lot
In a Lamborghini I just bought
Got a plan, homie, that's the plot (That's the plot)
[Bridge]
It's just a matter of time (Matter of time)
It's just a matter of time
Quote me on that shit, it's just a matter of time
And I ain't stoppin' til I'm in the game and callin' it mine (Callin' it mine)
Uh
It's just a matter of time (Matter of time)
It's just a matter of time
Quote me on that shit, it's just a matter of time
And I ain't stoppin' til I'm in the game and callin' it mine (Callin' it mine)

[Chorus]
3 a.m. (Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, one, two, three)
Wide awake
On my grind
'Til I die awake
3 a.m. (Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, one, two, three)
Wide awake
On my grind
'Til I die awake