Lyrics:
tryna stifle it
I swear I'm not throwing shots I'm fully cocked on my rifle spit
Jesus died then on the 3rd day he arose
I was born on the 3rd so we're
the drop son
3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug is the boss son
Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for
For a 100 K ,a 100 carat Paul
my tokens, Chuck E cheese
All this shit from grindin' and hard work
It ain't luckily
I'm too 3rd Wall, wide open, lay up
I'll still shoot the three
I'm still grippin culo, I'm still papi chulo
Tryna move into 5D with my 3rd eye
You knew though
I don't know nowadays why they hating on me
Man, it's
Need^Les
Lyrics by © Graham Hull 2023
1st magic needle go and get it everyone
2nd magic needle gets that green tick on your phone
3rd magic needle
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
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
what if by tomorrow I'm no more then what will make up The story of my Life
Of that's why my wish 3rd verse
Like now,let the bygone be
to be in the 3rd World. They have bought the 2nd World and put a firm down payment on the 1st one. Controlling your resources we'll control your world.
now
Just found out today, that we going to the Grammys
This is gonna be the 3rd album I drop to chart on Billboard
I’m just trying to top myself at this
was born the 3rd Month; He said less is more, but I can’t spit a few
You can’t expect minor casualties from a C-4 of this magnitude,
When I hit
in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
Afterlife still torchin' & blazin' these mics
It'd rain for 40 days & 40 nights
& I'd return on the 3rd like
in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
Afterlife still torchin' & blazin' these mics
It'd rain for 40 days & 40 nights
& I'd return on the 3rd like
bed and go put the pen to the sheet
Luv, 3rd Lyfe
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,
slipping
Slipping, in this cat mouse game, making sure he's more like the pigeon
Coming thru when its clutch, fucker, like this is 3rd and inches
Wasn't
I had a dream
Watched the house burn down
People called fire
I was on the scene
Didn’t make it out alive
You was by the window, kept shouting my
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
clean like a brand new shirt
I was just a lil' nigga raised in the 3rd
Tryna stay away from niggas that get on my nerves
Pulled up the the light and I saw
And written with pen
Mightier than sword
Don't hang on every word
Appreciate what you've learned
In this world
Everything's earned
So many turns
3rd degree
got to walk it by myself.
[2nd & 3rd times:]
You got to walk that lonesome valley. You got to walk it by yourself. Oh nobody else can walk it for
which I am thankful for
But I dedicate it all to my mindset
I don't think that you really understand yet
I've been doing this since 3rd grade why you mad
a 3rd of your life on sleep that couldn't be me
Sleep for the weak gotta stay on that grind I'm just keeping it G
First step to make it out the hood is
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