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3:16
3
Hip-Hop/Rap
3:16 was released on January 10, 2026 by Zen Studios, under non-exclusive license to Green Line Records as a part of the album TIME WE HAD/TIME WELL SPENT
album cover
Release DateJanuary 10, 2026
LabelZen Studios, under non-exclusive license to Green Line Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM72

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sensei Sol
Sensei Sol
Rap
T Clipse
T Clipse
Rap
T. Asani Jones
T. Asani Jones
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James McElheny
James McElheny
Songwriter
T. Asani Jones
T. Asani Jones
Songwriter
Ty Jeffrey Summers
Ty Jeffrey Summers
Songwriter
Lionel Cassius Walker
Lionel Cassius Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zen Studios
Zen Studios
Executive Producer
James McElheny
James McElheny
Mixing Engineer
Cliff Chestnut
Cliff Chestnut
Engineer
JMAC
JMAC
Producer

Lyrics

Big coat it's back out for the winter
It's keeping me safe from the cold
I cool in the cut with some sinners
Been feeling like Sunny Capone
Lots to lose so I gotta keep winning
And **** don't where I been
Bitch falling in love the vision
She don't know that I'm just tryna split
Super rare if I pose for a pic
Lil bro fell in love with a brick
Shit, I been fading away
You see how it get when I drink
And the day I'm on top of the world
I wonder what mama gon' think
I wonder how Bambi gon feel
How I'm seen prolly never gon' change
When I'm up, finna cop me a Range
When I'm up, finna cop me a Hummer
Need a tank when I ride in the summer
That's my baby, you know that I love her
But I'd be a lie, I said I ain't wonder
How shit could've been if l kept all em promises
Been taking note of all the fake, hawking the hate, I feel like Bogdanović
Need a thousand hoes, feel like Solomon
I could hear the paper, shit be calling
Hard to see me, she think i'm a star
I ain't there yet, but baby I'm balling
Shows in Manhattan, man who could've guessed
Long nights on the road, no moment for rest
I hate that it had to be you, but we all can't go
Put that shit to the test
Give 'em 3 16's word to stone cold
Snapping like bones broke
We ain't clicking up 'cause your soul sold
I could never trip about a **** that been biting my old flows
North East raised me parking tickets and cold snow
I'm here baby
Demons, angels, talking in my ear lately
Feeling like I deserve it all, but I'm still thankful
Luxury apartments right across the street from pill shakers
Always been a capper, legend has it that they still faking
Too many gaslighters like zippos
Keep it trim brodie, shit simple
I missed a couple shots, you can't say much from the bench though
How you tryna scheme me out a spot I pay rent for?
Vintage Kobe 1's wit the Kenzo
The tiger in my heart
The fire can't exhaust
I'm flexing to the violin and harps
Buying up the block
Tan hut! My guys are finna march
No hiding in the spot
Victory is sweet 'cause I done took a loss
Clipse
Joined a brand new club
Gotta wait 'til I'm 27
Most **** wanna be Bron
But I'm something more like Chris Herron
Sorry if I can't hide emotions
But this mask that I wear is transparent
Bitch, I'm never apparent
Like a household with one single parent
Shit is so glaring, can't stop staring
Now I'm out airing all of our business
Bitch you gonna make me turn unreligious
Pack your bags and choose the nearest Hilton
Gimme some grabba and weed
I've been dodging all disease
These danners I wear on my feet
Have been tracking through all sorts of creeks
Swerve
Like I left the earth on a tilt
(Mhm!)
Words
Can you often say how you feel?
(Mhm!)
Birds
I can hear 'em creeping through the ceiling
(Mhm, mhm!)
I was gonna be your safe space
'Til you fled like the space race
Heartbreak mixed with headaches
I ain't even make it through Tuesday
God damn
But tomorrow's gonna be a better day
But tomorrow's gonna be a better day
Tomorrow's gonna be a better day
Tomorrow's gonna be a better day
Tomorrow's gonna be a better day
Written by: James McElheny, Lionel Cassius Walker, T. Asani Jones, Ty Jeffrey Summers
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