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start it independent, never doubt it,
Every sentence, gotta burn the beat to 3rd degree
And I put that on my mama, everybody
To Luigi to my cousins till
it mr Clean
I'm gotem lock in dope fiend 
I shoot first I'm misses purgery
I'm spitting facts call me 3rd degree
Cause they claiming I'm Spitting
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
Break me off proper, gun in that doctor
Gats at yo head, call me Mr. Non-stopper
Tech 9 shooter, lady, ruder
Down South hustla, West Coast ruler
3rd
pass the 3rd degree
Rap game burglary
Man cut the fuckery
These niggas they can't fuck with me
I got em like what's up with Pri
Now I'm in my bag
All
rest in peace/Please?! Yall gatta forgive me for all my past years/all my doubts and my struggles wit all my past fears/felt like a prisoner on his 3rd
by the 3rd
We'll burn it down again
Man
Fuck what you heard
Shit's absurd
Cop's will leave dead by the curb
But that's the way it is
Growing up in
wishing big, timmy turner
said i can't buy a queen i gotta earn her
nigga you touchin me, 3rd degree murder(STOP)
genuinely concerning
it's really a burden,
on the dresser (The dresser)
Tried to play me can’t finesse a finesser (Nope)
Burned my heart to the 3rd degree
Blinded by love baby can’t you see
I just can’t
mic, 3rd degree
Two more EPs ni top game, automatically
Clout chasing kwa mneti aaiiii uyo si mi
After heist, msupa ali elope na mi si mi
Rolled dice,
3rd rivercat I like a Glass who's Todd rivercat I am legend rivercat I don't know wut you've been told Grandmaster P came 2 Rock N' Roll rivercat I
think
May 3rd check the CD if you want a little
Knowledge bigger than college
I promise you the metaphoric's that
Will offer you solace like
The Great
to eat the fucking dirt
Lying if I said I knew my worth
Call me food for the Earth, worms and vultures
Compulsively repulsed by a culture of folks killing
a MD 
And y'all motherfuckers giving me the third degree 
Look at the waiting room 
It's filled to the rim like the county jail day room 
Nobody
third degree
(Get the knowledge?) Suspicious niggas up in
There don clicked brick
I think he used to cop that Chronic
By the way I think don bone killed
into the sofa
Y'all all pussy beat em up how I wanna(Moan Hoe)
I smoke by the tree
Catchin a murder, this second degree
I'm not pushin' P
My niggas bang
Ya'll know me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by most these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't fuck with you
Who's saying names?
Who thinks they're fucking clever?
You ain't a bloke, you're a bird
And I'm back to ruffle feathers
They call me

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