Lyrics:
to use a band-aid
I was posted in that field like a damn slave
I can tell how you feel
Because I felt pain
I got 3rd degree burns when that hell came
yours to the pile and we'll start to make our great escape
I'd have to burn this city down
To make something brighter than you
I get 3rd degree burns from
I get burned
Hellfire, 3rd degree
When I fall I pray they rest with me
When my demons get the best of me
They just cut me open, Let me bleed
Just my
Hottest in my section i can't name a nigga hot as me
Messing with that fire up and burned him in the 3rd degree
Hundred hundred hundred yeah that
yo aim
Just know you'll have a 3rd degree
Put some respect on my name
I'm the newest vip
Put some respect on my name
I am the king of the game
No one
the 3rd degree
The 3rd to be urgen me, these niggas want to murbed me
They scared of the consequences comin' from my defenses
It ain't that expensive, have
in the 3rd degree
And to the kids you don't wanna be me
I'm up in the mix of action, where niggas wanna kill me
But it's the start of they ending my
And through it all we closed
Our eyes, didn't we, at 33 and 1
3 going down for the third time
Under the 3rd degree
Watching a third of all our fellow Americans
my soul like Nemo Nemo
Now that the shrooms they
Have entered me
I got my 3rd eye with no surgery
I feel like Hunter Thomson to the 3rd degree
I'm
got me wicked I don't play
Niggaz got funk on the other side and we spray
We drive through the 3rd Ward Calliope Projects
and drove
Bomb us and we'll bomb you back, the choice is yours
3rd quarter, I'm finna run up the score
You don't wanna know what lies in store
Dropping fifty in
no clothes 'cause we won't ever fold (No, no, No)
I'm from 3rd but never third
I'm in first place just so you know (Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!)
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day
If ya son 14 and his dad
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day
If ya son 14 and his dad
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day
If ya son 14 and his dad
Aye
Aye
Young n*ggas we run up the loot
Got junkies that shoot up and boot
Won the hand I was dealt, I'm the truth
3rd eye puttin' n*ggas on mute
Nice Nice Nice
Kick 'em in the grill Pete!
Verse One: Pete Nice
Gas, past tense, made facially
3rd Bass'll express, KMD
Three blind mice
pastor
Just see me growing up to stardom
But it ain't cool cos my mom's gone
She couldn't see the progress of her 3rd born
Shout out to my friends and my
haters hating
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm the new owners of these fucking
when you hit the block
And just pick’em off
Every Christian falls
Man we all gotta get involved
Reach thru the fire
Even when 3rd degree Burns increase
thing I have is my honesty
I know I'm more honest than everybody
cnd not just when the mics on me
cnd I'm spitting fire till its 3rd degree
So I use my
bisexual! You can’t fuck with me! No offense I’m not a mason or a 3rd Degree! But If I have to raise the 5th, you getting a 3rd degree! with my traevon hoodie
me
Maybe even run a couple miles for Me
He don't ever wanna cut ties wit Me
He listen to me like a symphony
Burnt to the core, baby 3rd degree
Tell me
of the entity
You minimize in the shred of time
I don't praise fights or fucking lies
I don't go out I eat inside
Bouta burn up on some 3rd degree
I'm
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