Lyrics:
I been woke 3 days cooking songs up
Ramen noodle dinners soaking the Patron up
I dun lost 3 albums on a flash drive
Every since I been looking for it
Yeah
Feel a lil different huh
Yeah
Just gon bout ya bidness huh
Yeah
Feel a lil different huh
Ain't been good at algebra
Now I'm just counting these
Im just...3x
V2:
Im just walking the planet know my eyes hella slanted, they be eyeing the damage I kno these niggas cant stand it/give my soul to this
Life's good
Life's great
Bout to Turn the chevy
InTo a wraith
Stack a mill in the safe
Case a nigga gotta skate
6 years late
And I'm on my 3
super size it
I bend it over and excerise it
I’m doing drugs, I don’t glamorize ‘em
Look in my eyes, you just a snake
I can tell by the way you smiling
A lot of niggas come from the streets, not too many gangsta
A lot of niggas shoot they heat, but my lil' niggas'll spank ya
A lot of niggas out here
a day that I still been sober
These the things that I'm tripping over (Y'all motherfuckers made 3 albums)
Still talking about the same shit
The one
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
head in a 69 ...
I heard y'all hood 3rd grade y'all keep 60 9s...
I heard you been a ride or die for rolling 60's since you was nine...
cnd yo mom seen
a nigga ain't watching
I got somebody watching
Yeah, you know what time it is
[Lil Wyte]
I'm a motherfucking...
[Chorus - 2x]
Static addict, static addict,
Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you
location three times
And it seem like every Friday after eight
He flex Crustacean menus, he like to date
Sit it out in the front, catch him at the valet
Wooh
Man I swear I can't relax
Been up since 3am I know my body want to crash
I had to pop an addy just to get me back on track
I do this on my
Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat
Over the ropes, choke, no hope
Just toke like a chief does
I been dealing with these childish angry
three’s, like I’m Steph Curry
In the Lamb, in a hurry
Fuck on your bitch while she
Sniff that perc’ I’m slurping
I might hit that ass again, that bitch curvy
The saga not gon' stop by definition - young author got a
Pen and documented how he was made in his father's image
This lil' knockoff Basquiat's still not
by
A lyft
Lemme be quiet real quick
Too many y'all niggas talk about the same shit
Rap about the same shit
Ima get a lil bit personal on this album
I'm
by ourself
And play them hatin ass muthaufuckas to the left
I ride in the back wit lil buss niggas
All of em back wit em black wit em black pumps
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
you or me
I want some peace and sleep, but this not album three
My vision fade to grey then show me what I seek
My peace in pieces, shrieking demons
slurs
You beat a dead horse and get shot in your hearse
Throw it back at my funeral til your knees hurt
Cozy cozy, defeated by no one
Disappointed parents
she's down
For whatever, a lil freakin
I'm fuckin witcha
Hit up Mr. Stratum
He on that 561 shit
Call a blitz on my play
But in the end I run shit
3
brotherhood)
Weather you are in the states
I don't see a Nigerian, I see an African
I don't see a New Yorker, I see an African
So by keeping the African identity
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