Surprisingly featuring only 21 Savage vocals, “Glenwood”, refers to Glenwood Road in Delkab County, Georgia, which is where 21 Savage calls home.
Drake’s first Time and Place song came in his debut album, Thank Me Later, in the form of “9AM in Dallas”. Since then, these songs have been a staple in Drake’s catalog, appearing on many notable releases such as 7AM on Bridle Path (Certified Lover Boy), 6PM in New York (If You’re Reading This It’s Too Late), as well as 4PM in Calabasas & 5AM in Toronto (Care Package).
3AM on Glenwood
21 Savage Lyrics
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Shorty got that real jelly, yeah, petroleum
Niggas actin' like my kids and they be older than him
Can't believe they killed Skinny, I really growed up with him
I'ma leave a lot of niggas covered in roses for him
Spray the witness, I ain't leavin' no Jehovah for them
Won a GRAMMY and I couldn't even show it to him
Put my face inside a line up, niggas know that I'm him
Pull up from the three like Stephen
And the coupe bald-headed like the other Stephon
Put my kids in private school so they could get they prep on
Think my heart made out of Teflon
What? What? Think my heart bulletproof
You ain't got a mask, I can show you what a hoodie do
Pull the string tight 'til your eyelids covered too
I think they on the left, roll the window, hit the lights, boom
Everybody wish they switched sides when we comin' through
Everybody wish they was inside when we comin' through
I pray that you ain't on the other side when we comin' through
PTSD and I mean it
Nigga, Johnny got killed and I seen it
I can't fight with these demons
Top shotta, nigga, I got gunfire for these demons
Hope you know you gotta stand on all that shit you been tweetin'
Took some real niggas from me, I could kill the whole world and I still won't be even
I be thinkin' 'bout my brothers while I'm shoppin' in Neiman's
Real gangster, when I'm gone, carve my name in the cement
Watch these hoes when you rich, they play games with the semen
Trials and tribulations, I face them
Prosecutors probably wanna case him
See my opps, I jump out and chase them
I ain't Charleston White, nigga, I'll never Mace them
Love for all my artists, nigga, I'll never Mase them
Shit, that's probably why they hate him
Tryna get my brother out of jail, I'm like, "Hey, Kim"
Cut from a different cloth, he never let it break him
Look at my advance, it make me wonder, what I make them?
But I own my masters, so I can't do shit but thank them
Video visits, he be smilin' on FaceTime
Passionate, I'm talkin' with my hands, these ain't gang signs
You don't know Larry, Tayman, or CJ, you ain't one of mine
Braids on my neck, nigga, I ain't got no hang time
Nigga, I ain't got no kick-it for you
I don't wanna make friends
I don't wanna make amends
I'm chasin' M's (chasin' M's)
Yeah, facts (facts)
21 (21)
In 21 Savage's song "3AM on Glenwood," he describes the experiences and emotions of a successful gangster. He raps about having to consistently get rid of smoke and keep everything clean like Ozium, a popular air sanitizer. 21 Savage also boasts about his success, driving a coupe like Stephon Marbury and raising his kids in private schools to prepare them for the future.
Throughout the song, 21 Savage remembers and honors the loss of his friends and family members. He laments how Skinny, an old friend from his childhood, was killed while he grew up with him. He grieves the loss of Johnny, one of his brothers in the gang. These losses have left 21 Savage with PTSD and a desire for revenge.
21 Savage's powerful and introspective lyrics in "3AM on Glenwood" provide a window into the life of a successful gang member, who must deal with the weight of success, loss, and violence.
Line by Line Meaning
Whoa, I get rid of all the smoke like Ozium
I clear out any issues like how Ozium clears out smoke
Shorty got that real jelly, yeah, petroleum
She has a great body, like it's made of petroleum jelly
Niggas actin' like my kids and they be older than him
These people are acting immature, despite being older than me
Can't believe they killed Skinny, I really growed up with him
I can't believe Skinny is dead, I've known him for a long time
I'ma leave a lot of niggas covered in roses for him
I'll make sure a lot of people pay tribute to Skinny
Spray the witness, I ain't leavin' no Jehovah for them
I'll silence anyone who tries to talk about me or my crew
Won a GRAMMY and I couldn't even show it to him
I won a GRAMMY but can't even share it with Skinny
Put my face inside a line up, niggas know that I'm him
Even in a lineup, people know it's me
Anybody speakin' on my brothers got stepped on
Anyone who talks about my crew will face consequences
Pull up from the three like Stephen
I shoot like Steph Curry, from beyond the arc
And the coupe bald-headed like the other Stephon
My car doesn't have a roof, like Stephon Marbury's car
Put my kids in private school so they could get they prep on
I put my children in private school to give them a better education
Think my heart made out of Teflon
My heart is tough like the material Teflon
What? What? Think my heart bulletproof
My heart is also bulletproof
You ain't got a mask, I can show you what a hoodie do
I'll show you what my hood is like if you're not prepared
Pull the string tight 'til your eyelids covered too
I'll make sure you can't see anything by pulling your hood tight
I think they on the left, roll the window, hit the lights, boom
I suspect someone is on my left, so I prepare for an attack
Everybody wish they switched sides when we comin' through
Everyone wants to be on our side when we're around
Everybody wish they was inside when we comin' through
Everyone wants to be with us when we go out
I pray that you ain't on the other side when we comin' through
I hope you're never in our way or against us
PTSD and I mean it
I suffer from PTSD and it's serious
Nigga, Johnny got killed and I seen it
I saw Johnny get killed, it was tragic
I can't fight with these demons
I can't fight my inner demons
Top shotta, nigga, I got gunfire for these demons
I'll use my gun to fight my demons
Hope you know you gotta stand on all that shit you been tweetin'
Whatever you say on Twitter, be ready to back it up
Took some real niggas from me, I could kill the whole world and I still won't be even
I've lost good people, and feel like I can never make it right
I be thinkin' 'bout my brothers while I'm shoppin' in Neiman's
Even while shopping, I think about my crew
Real gangster, when I'm gone, carve my name in the cement
When I die, I want people to know I was a true gangster
Watch these hoes when you rich, they play games with the semen
Be careful of women who try to have your children to get money
Trials and tribulations, I face them
I've dealt with many struggles and obstacles
Prosecutors probably wanna case him
Prosecutors are likely trying to build a case against me
See my opps, I jump out and chase them
If I see my enemies, I'll pursue them
I ain't Charleston White, nigga, I'll never Mace them
I'm not like Charleston White, I won't stop using violence
Love for all my artists, nigga, I'll never Mase them
I'll always support and care for my artists
Shit, that's probably why they hate him
People hate me because I show love and respect to my crew
Tryna get my brother out of jail, I'm like, "Hey, Kim"
I'm trying to get my brother out of jail, I ask Kim Kardashian for help
Cut from a different cloth, he never let it break him
My brother is tough and won't let jail bring him down
Look at my advance, it make me wonder, would I make them?
I look at the money I've made and wonder if I could have made more
But I own my masters, so I can't do shit but thank them
I'm grateful for the success I have, since I own my own music
Video visits, he be smilin' on FaceTime
My brother is happy to see me when we video chat
Passionate, I'm talkin' with my hands, these ain't gang signs
I talk with my hands because I'm passionate, not because I'm throwing up gang signs
You don't know Larry, Tayman, or CJ, you ain't one of mine
If you don't know my crew, you're not a part of my life
Braids on my neck, nigga, I ain't got no hang time
I have braids but they don't hang down much, since they're tied up
Nigga, I ain't got no kick-it for you
I don't have time to hang out with you
I don't wanna make friends
I don't have any interest in making new friends
I don't wanna make amends
I don't want to apologize or patch things up with anyone
I'm chasin' M's (chasin' M's)
I'm focused on making money
Yeah, facts (facts)
That's true
21 (21)
My name is 21
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Noah James Shebib, Ozan Yildirim, Peter Iskander, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@AdelSweezy
It tastes "take care" when i was homless, it tastes "nothing was the same" when my heart was broke back then
today thanks god i'm still allive to witness this song with a smile of satisfaction
#godsplan
@BIGJoJo23
Tuff frfr 🗣🔥💯
@Walid_mufc
Nichan sahbi besah machi kima the weeknd 😂
@Zouheyrdzz
خراي
@thavenomous
LMAOOOO
@behjat4106
Bro glazing
@CezaMVO
One of the best songs 21 has ever made. So unexpected, he killed it
@Benny2huncho
This isn’t unexpected he’s been like that
@BIGJoJo23
Facts 💯
@thaboromeo9423
He been doing this. Yall only listen to trends