Lyrics:
at the Carny grounds
And they getting swallowed by their very own greed
Dark carnival and wicked clowns because we need
Three little piggies to make a piggy
anything up as
Low as Nicole Arbour
Not even me when I'm dissing my own father
Or asking, "Where's your certificate
Obama?" oh, MC Lars
Your tracks are like
the mound and they're bound
Marry 'em all together is how we breaking the sound barrier
I'm three-dimensional, we invincible
You saying I'm over, you never
friends, no
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki
Kick that ho right through the door (TR3YWAY)
I
on the north side
High speed chase, going down 85
Young nigga ain't trying to see no jail time
Once upon a time not long ago
Three amigos by the name
Not many options for a homie
To get out the sinkhole ooh ooh
Know they been watching got em
Shivering cuz I been cold ooh ooh
At the door knocking by
This song isn't encouragement
Rather, it's a song disguised as a lesson of do's and do not's
I want to make sure that you do not travel down my road
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
ain't feelin' ya'll lames, like novacaine
Ain't no way you can (stop the train) or the conductor
Of the track, muthafucka, that's E3, my love for
fuck with me
Put it on the 3 Bandz the only one can fuck with me
I gotta put my brothers on the map bitch we gotta eat
On the road sight seeing got my
Yo, why can't I ignore The things I've never seen but known as happened before
My mind's trapped in a lore but I'm always asking for more
Three
and walk right out the door
Ask God for forgiveness for them times before
And now I'm rocking Christian I'm talking Dior
Don't want no hellcat I want me
know what I'm sayin?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris.
We talk about sex, money and drugs.
(Ruled by power.) And why'all cats don't know
What
Well I'm in the Yellow Light District and now I've passed it
They saw the lights and slowed down but I said fuck it and gassed it
Went through in
Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggas scared of that
Got a new motto this year, "Don't fuck with my ones"
Knock on your door, three in the mornin'
"It's just us
the road she darted, against the rocks she crashed
Upside-down the engine turned, poor Georgie's breast it smashed
His head was against the firebox door
flare
I'm the best I know its unfair
At your door and your bitch coming
It's her and I and we ain't smashing pumpkins
I pull hoes and only pushing buttons
until I'm selling out the garden
Hey
I've been down this road
Don't know where to go
I've been falling down
Trying to make it out
I don't think I can
I
Runnin' laps around these fools like I'm competin' in a track meet
I went and crashed the coupe but I just laughed and called a taxi (ah)
Talkin' shit,
Christian Dior up on my belt
Every time they see me
I'm three clean
I don't drip lil' bitch I melt
I'm a do it again and again
About time that I'm due for
moving it by the bale
I remember bending blocks trying to make me a sale
Now I’m making money faster then I ever been
If they moving funny gotta
feelings
Purple lights around this coupe
Chorus
I could've linked this Insta ting
But I'd rather a quiet night at home
Always drip when I'm doin' road
track
me and u girl, now lets make this last
these hard times will pass, but girl u gotta be strong
when im on the road gone, ill be right back with u
Across the railroad tracks, down the gravel road
Headlights throw a beam on the way back home
Lie down, lie down, listen wide awake
To the trains
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