Third Eye Shit
Joey Bada$$
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Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight Said I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit Started blazing and stargazing See how you can reach your farthest aspirations It's like holy matrimony in The Matrix It ain't shit, they just call it a strange shift Cold feet 'cause I'm on thin ice It's alright besides the fact I want it all in one night Like, you can't skip steps is the best Even though the vets hold a .47 with a vest Now that's a wise investment Or a concept to try and hide divine intentions Like, let 'em hate, stay calm and meditate When life hands you lemons it's time to eliminate More sour than lemonade, anyways Different days, different highs, different haze Kamasutra with miss Mary Jane And the karma suits her, she a vibrant thang Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight Said I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight 'Cause I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit You niggas is suspect and I'm just a ruffneck That wasn't breaking pencil tips when I would bust lead I puff meds and leave chumps fed and punks dead Her cunt wet, she getting rough sex, no sunset I like a chick with a buck tooth, yeah it could get fucked too We keep one eye open, they sus' too Never tell 'em my government, make any covenant bitches be loving it Say not to put a glove on it, some funny shit You must've thought I was a dummy, miss I feed lines to felines just to get up in their tummies quick Yeah you got tricks but I got five more So any game you try to play, you better know I got the high score You better settle down 'cause you're not on my level now The Pros is semi-circle, they can tell the world you get around Some niggas clowns, what's the shit about? They used to doubt now they see us sprout and I'm out Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight Said I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight Nigga I deserve my respect And brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit When I was 13, I was bad, rapping 'bout guns we never had Now we smoke raws with filter tips, old homies talking shit Said you got what's best of mine but you stay plotting on that dime Thought 'cause we was cool before that we gon' take yo ass on tour? F*ck nah, this my chance to get it How you entitled to my shine? Nigga you ain't help me get it Now these niggas see me getting it, check the statements on my debit My profile get requested but I never hit "accept" Hit the sour to the chest, I reflect When I was 14, up late, eyes glued to the sampler screen Eyes beam, 'cause we can make it better Smoking on that Jack Herer, welcome to the Progressive Era Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight Said I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight 'Cause I deserve my respect And brains don't matter but tell me what really matters When you pissed off at the world like you got a crazy bladder And, momma always said that shit don't come on silver platters So I gather my thoughts and make use of all these synonyms 'Cause I could never swallow the truth, like it's cinnamon Excuse me if I'm militant The sinning men in my hood could leave a nigga quivering Like goddamn, deliver him, the venom and his liver is Corrupting all his ligaments Now he's at a standstill so tell me if he'll live again The fire in his heart, still seem to be simmering Now take that little simmer and turn it into adrenaline Penicillin could not stop the drive he be giving 'em like mad fours But fast forward, let's get to the part where his records Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?" Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday And by the way, I'ma possibly own Monopoly And all McDonald's property 'cause I won't live in poverty like Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight Said I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight Said I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit In the clouds come and find me, someone flier than Hermione Homie tripping, got 'em sounding like Hansen in the '90s Charlie Manson your whole body, 'cause that damage in your party Can you manage what I'm dishing out? Go get your wishing count You sell me something then I flip that amount I just switched that account, get that profit then I'm out Yeah, they all wonder but it's Nyck bitch don't doubt Rip your lips off your mouth Man I'm violent ring the siren with these bars I'm reciting Cars with no license Hard man, I'm feeling like a spartan with a trident Damn, picture perfect, bet I'll make that picture worth it I'll be doubling my spot, no Louisiana Purchase So declare that, with my hair back You want a fair one, catch a fair smack I hunt up on my prey So pray I ain't hunting on your ass today like be afraid Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight Said I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight 'Cause I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit Cool cuts flow, the deli can't touch this Slipping like fishes, choking when you hit the cypher And I ain't talking weed smoke but I let the weed blow Anything, just let the leaves know, oh Suckas f*ck around, get clapped where you rest at Nigga saying you cracking, fabric of your imagination Ask your lady It's assassin when I come up on the track It's a curse that I always try to find sex in these verses But I got your attention, it's part of my ascension But if I keep toking this strain It's gonna leave me stranded in this dimension Or to mention, niggas is snitching Might charge me with battery But f*ck that, 'cause piss was never in your anatomy So don't try to lie on a nigga that got mine on my third-eye shit Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight Said I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight I tell you I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit Man I'm onto higher degrees without my masters I could use my words to urge into disasters Niggas wanna know how my wheels keep on spinning And they see we getting love 'cause they see the Pros is winning 'Cause we giving love back so they peeping how we fitting Ain't gonna have no sus' nigga stepping to me I like to keep my chakras open so respect my G I got the bush going in, repping FBT So sus' niggas watch your back, Pros next to me I got Chuck on the team to collect the green And show these suspect niggas what it mean to scheme Another apex predator crushing your dreams Gonna get your wig pushed back between my cream Taking all you sus' niggas, throw you out the scene I'm taking all you sus' niggas, throwin' out the scene Taking all you sus' niggas, throw you out the scene Suspect niggas don't come outside You might get your wig pushed back tonight Said I deserve my respect Brains don't matter if your wig get split on some third-eye shit Suspect niggas don't come outside
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Written by: Chaine Downer Jr., Che Kevin Jessamy, Christine Alexandre, Chuck Mangione, Desmond Hines, Dyemond Lewis, Jamal Courtney Dewar, Jesse Cordasco, Jo Vaughn Virginie, Justin Chauvet-Singh, Kirlan Labarrie, Nasir Jones
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