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made my stomach turn
But by the 3rd time 
I was cool and calm eating gummy worms
I wanna get a little deeper 
But da nigga got people and they might send

by the code but
That's a lost art 

Dese boys oop Shyt
Pop Shyt
But on Narc Shyt

Da code of the streets 
Dun turnt into an illusion

My 3rd eye on yo

to New York
Slay on the 3rd I be gon by the 4th
Shorty she French got me whippin the quiche
I let her whisper my government chill
Play wit that thang put

the inception
Baby please don’t wake me up I’m in a 3rd dimension
Girl you my drug I need it
2am hit you up baby girl I need it
Love me numb heal my pain with you

right through that twinkle in her eye
Drink at the absurdities
Burn some weed and learn some things
About the way she hurts me
To the 3rd degree
Earnestly

taking care of what I didn't see
It ain't been fair but I did the least
Hard to care I seen ya energy
3rd Carter
Writing my first now turned martyr
It can

Cause you ain't looking at me Wright
By the 3rd avenue Tommy gun rounds took flight
Me at a graveyard is an everyday sight
Either praying or I'm creeping

for the burbs
They want me a bird, separate myself couldnt fuck wit them worms
But Still gotta chirp
Fone boomin from the 1st to the 3rd
Hadda go reup

that's the home of more murders than loving
But this is nothing, 3rd street Nigga came from shooting to dubbing
Pushing and shoving kicked em to the street

common
Niggas rather hate than see a youngin thumbing
Never trust a soul or a fake ass promise
From them 3rd party niggas that be right behind ya
I was

shake no hands with em
Bitches hold me back so I need to make no plans wit em
Let her suck me off and then I pass her to mans n em
Beefing wit the 3rd

Ableton force closed
Vibes thrown off like a whores clothes
Too many opps and doors closed
I open thy 3rd eye
Release disguise, release these guys
More than

n**** ain no fuckin plug 
He sent you up the street 

Glock switches we tote federal heats 
They burn to 3rd degree 
Got bitches I fuck on the campus

callin yo phone/

Where they at now? jumpin another nigga bones/





 Case weak wit a good lawyer they a dismiss it/

On ya 3rd felony so you don’t wanna

back on the 3rd floor
Hear the gentle way that he caresses and presses
The grooves without being selfish
Goes a little differently on the 4th floor
 Hey

I'm a magical, lyrical, spiritual gangster.
I started paying bills when I was a 3rd grader.
When I turned 18 my stepdad left for the neighbor. 
My mom

McGuyver 
Try to preach the truth from the books to the 3rd eyer
Police kill a nigga judge just give him high five
The synagogue of sinners
Cross burning by

I'm paid
Making their hit on the first
Of the month
Put them in a fuckin blunt by the 3rd
If it's up
Then it's stuck
That's my word
Don't give a fuck

you made it
I could write an album strictly bout injustice
The world that we live in is truly corrupted
Picture those wit no money n 3rd world countries

the sock dodging the narcs
Made sales behind 80 right there on park
Lex Ave for the train ride 3rd ave where u spend cake
Come across my board walk
That a be

For U and Me 
      Teamwork make a Dream Work KING !!!

3rd Chorus: 
       Whoooo
       I Have A Dream / I Have A Dream 
       Do U Have A Dream / U

motivate
Open your 3rd eye let it Elevate
Find your balance get your Craft straight
Always proofread my craft Maintenance
Cant stop rapping lately
Visions

a nigga
Even think about
Touching me
I might catch
A 3rd degree
On the scene
Murder charges
Only thing
I ain't beat
If he think
He got heart
Then I'm

call me faggot, call me queer

I always fought for my respect, never ran, never feard
3rd grade suspended, punched a bully in the ear
Was never one