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(Yeah, keep tryin' me)
I'm still the type to gon' and slap the fucking shit outta you bro!
3rd quarter drop so tell yo' niggas I'm comin' with it
And this

soul
So feed me
I'm easily treated with heat 3rd degree
But in the deep part of my cranium
I need to cast it away
Bubble hash do ya thang
And the end

it hard to see
We all equal, some with needles
Some with 3rd degree
Time to be who we called to be
We is one
And one is we

Tell me who we running from

feel like Michael Jordan when he won his 3rd ring
Might take a break from never missing, grab a glove and swing or sing
Get it? Put on a glove like Mike

instead
On your side of the bed
Misdemeanors, felonies
Giving me the 3rd degree
Why you gotta' be so cold
You know that I am kinda' dumb
My brain's a little

And the 2nd time around
Ya better get the shit right
(By the 3rd time around)
It could be quicker than a glance
Fuck around and might not get another chance

Living lavish
Stacking cabbage
Need a challenge
Tell the masses
Who fuck wit me
Honestly
Burning niggas
3rd degree
Now Take a knee
Calin Kapernick
I’ll

heed
Take note, I’m always a student mastering ME
Meditating get my focus on my 3rd eye degree
Body mind & spirit revolutionize what I eat
6 bags rounds

fire burns 3rd degree
You run to the trap wit the rest of the boys
I pass out of it 
Move silent no noise 
tell a bitch the same 
Tell a girl the same

get ya bros
And make sure
That you da only son

Look into da mirror
Tell me what you see
A bitch nigga
Bitch made to da 3rd degree

And I can fuck with

of maze
And eventually it fades with lackluster urgency
As the ground rebuilds with more certainty
Wounds heal, even 3rd degree
Forgetting things that made

Like I got my own nursery
Make ya knees weak
Like a 3rd degree robbery

Bitch I'm gasser than the propane
Bakin soda like a snowmayne
She likes snow

influence, like Patrick Ewing rocking 33
You ain't heard of me it's B I G
Murder rapper spitting in the 3rd degree
Real as currency
Wishy-washy like

turn to God bet them burns are gonna be 3rd degree

Control you on and off the net
You can't tell me that's a flex
Boy, I'll tell you what instead
I

was in 3rd grade rappin. 
The love for the beats and the love for the lyrics. 
Wishing one day I could be on the big stage just spittin. 
I think people

to the touch like 3rd degree, ohhh weee 
I guess my good just wasn’t good enough
New house, new car, I bought you all new types of stuff 
In the end, your true

you here wit me I
Make you my business want your company
You got me burning up hotter than a 3rd degree
Cut off them other girls like surgery
Promise

me 
And I'm smoking bloomy 
Fuck them niggas said it's up
Mutha fuckin goofies
For what I did 
Its gon be 3rd degree 
Open his head like a surgery

mic, 3rd degree
Two more EPs ni top game, automatically
Clout chasing kwa mneti aaiiii uyo si mi
After heist, msupa ali elope na mi si mi
Rolled dice,

3rd degree burns
Into a 9 hour surgery
And when you wake up
I hope you hear this song
So you forgive me
And we can let bygones be and move on

Sorry i

my content to leave no blank space (Wooh)
In my thoughts, in my rhymes, in my words
You can spray bad bars I'll spray worse
You might catch some 3rd

kilowatts

Sit back watch that I murk the scene 
Shits burnt get close cop a 3rd degree
I've been fucked off, left and cut to bleed
Since when did I say

you
Lessons learned in my brain you taught me 3rd degree
Losing you was painful enough ain't nobody else hurting me
Janet Cora I'm a scorer RIP grandma

the city where niggas a burn you no 3rd degree so if you aint bout peace then keep your words from me they say forgive and forget yeah that sounds like a bet