Lyrics:
great living up here
If you want my opinion
#Take a look around you at the World we've used to know
Does it seem to be mutch more than a creazy circus
on wax
Use them eyes and see that this is more than rap
Cuz For the last time tickin nigga where my money at
Remember once you take it there boy it ain't
by the third try
And some of y'all still judge me by my worst nights
Got the spotlight feeing like a searchlight
But I'm not running from it, this my
Since they enslaved us
Nowadays I pray more and don’t say much
Just let my work speak
That’s when your phone ring off the hook
Like you got work for
along the way
First little fortune that I made I
Instantly lost on the stock market
The second I got cheated
By my business partners
It's only the third
thanks to the young king hailing from Alabama
And he goes by the name of Nomrah
And he blessed us with that world premiere of "the pink moon" and uh
I must
put together like surgery well what you bout to hear is me heat the beat up to the third degree
I took some l's its funny
They thought they murdered me
chance
and a third, and a fourth, maybe more
This love is one like none other I have felt before
Follow the star, the Lord has been born
I am coming with
make ya favorite rapper change verses
I'm not the type that'll change versions
Cuz I always been the same version
Took em to church all these years
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh
Do what I, hey, hey
They do what I say
They do what I say
We get paid by the week
Paid by the week
We
To tell you that this stuff isn't a joke
If you think it's fun or it's nothing but a little time
Polka dancing in the sun
Then I cannot tell you enough
Stay
made the same mistake like, one more time
I gave my all and was left wondering why I try
Maybe it's better without you by my side
What? You think you're
hot
My first shot, my bird hot, by the third shot
Curved the THOT, the thirst real but her purse not
My attitude is out the world, I'm a star
Plus
hands and we danced, nothing more
She kissed my hand a couple times, FaceTime when we're bored
There's nobody at the door, man I'm so paranoid
Girl
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
bigger by now
And it's been a bad time
In my head this summer
I ended something really special
Thought I'd always love her
And nobody's really getting
What
'bout the lanes I could've maybe paved
So without further ado I'm bringing the world or at least my version to you
But something still doesn't feel right
nigga 'round, they saying greatness is my tendency
No such thing as sympathy, more money, my remedy
Pockets on, heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
feel like two versions and they both in one person
Oh I
Wish I had a little bit more time to myself
Wish I got a little bit of having back everytime I
I'm hopin' for
Can have anythin' you want, I took an oath, I swore
Baby, live your best life, you shouldn't grow by force
All in your own time, G,
the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in public
More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot,
I got so many versions of myself
Trapped inside
But I came a long way from the bottom shelf
So I did quite alright
I feel fine
I feel dandy
What is
to the Third World War
I'm more than a man, I'm more like an entity
Back on the block, and this time my identity
Is the Dude
Ba-ba-ba-back on the
Ba-back
bitches
I love everybody that's listenin'
If you rich or poor, so what?
The whole world we livin' in
Everything that's livin' in it
Trees down
.png/220px-Third_World_(Third_World_album_cover).png "Third World Don")
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