Lyrics:
cracking jaws
I speak in 3rd person guess I'm using metaphors
Swing a sword like He-man while fighting Skeletor
Do I need to say more? I see fear when we
Open 3rd eye
So you know where i am from
Uh na na na na na na na na na na
Uh na na na na na na na na
Show me what i wanna see
Pop up, give some
I can tell when niggas really fake
Looked thru that 3rd eye
Any day I run into an opp
We watch them birds fly
Ain't no og only delicate
We getting
don't believe in faith or trust, she don't believe in pixi dust, she don't believe in Peter Pan
She's my one true love in this hell
Seen her with my 3rd
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
can work on the stove top
Turn a little to somethin'
Met a little bitch, she lit me up
And found out it was the 3rd cousin
Met a little bitch, she
still searching
Telling life in 3rd Person
We still searching
Yeah yeah
We still searching
What do I write for
To catch the kind of vibe that I've been
do is say so
Can we collide tonight
The moon and the stars aligned
Is that the vibe tonight
My 3rd eye was closed now I am woke
This is the vibe
for the shit I'm spittin'
I know I'm scarin' ya
A poison you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd
on the wall we pissy drunk at the players ball/
3rd Verse
It was on playboy at tonight’s main event/
Dos Equis had the yacht the models was heaven sent/
Labatt
Step by step I fell in love with you
And step by step it wasn't hard to do
Kiss by kiss and hand in hand
That's the way it all began
Soon we
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
despise me
Yeah call you a peter you denying
Yeah yeah I was in 3rd grade
Watched niggas get shot up in the worst way
Thankfully I'm still seeing them
the unthinkable
Open heart, open mind
No longer blind
We align
This that 3rd eye kind
Becoming better brothers and sisters
Better misses and misters
Lift em up,
said, boy
In the year 2000, it's all about Wayne
It's your throne, man, run that thing
17th ward to tha 3rd ward downtown
Do that there
greedy with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, Mr 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
Now I rep the floor
to the muthafuckin dogg house
Picture me ballin' (ballin')
3rd world hustler out the ghetto of New Orleans
Some say life is like a fairy tail (fairy tail)
Did
murder
A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
To the designated spot on prison grounds
Where he will be executed by way
Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's
and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin' me
of skirt, kit for a victim
A three-stage pleasure on a principle
As I step and drop a syllable (yyyyo!)
A syllabus spoken by the 3rd on sss-swooin
watching 3rd to see
The woman man and child those are the pieces to the trinity
Wake up you are most divine do you accept divinity
Honestly InI will not give
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
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