Lyrics:
Swear that I was blind had no path now I can see clear
Bro speeding out that bitch in 3rd then the 1st gear
Stay down till you come up you a dummy if
2nd is the influence (you)
3rd is the innovator (me), 4th is the institution (my crew)
5th is perpetuity it lives throught the Delusion
Before I hop
HOMEBOY! don't ever get it twisted
Number's unlisted, stayed in 3rd district
For real, I'm ready to get naughty
Best of both worlds so, hey shawty!
Show me
of cheese nigga your shit melting
About to fly to Africa I need feel the roots
Wish I had Zeus by my side in the coupe
Roof
Shift 3rd disappear like poof
me
This vibe is wat I need
Chemistry the best way
Sex on the 3rd date
Sit it on my face let me taste what Your momma made
Let it Ocean Spray
Grab her
like this who hood wanna see a bently I'll me go get it
Ion dream bout the shit boy I live it
I can see the future out my 3rd eye vision
I was in
might got a lil freak in her she cant be from the 3rd
Told her girls she want to sleep with me dont fumble on your words
And I think she like the beast in
we run yo shit
And we ruin yo clique
Leave you stuck, no sticks
Put you down like goose
Then we walk away slow
In some all black 2's
SW 3rd
Bitch I'm
to be fucking real G,
I'm from that 3rd ward, niggas started banging,
bitches running up, in cars cause we hanging,
ask a nigga to break em off to get her
drop a single yet
N' I'm starting on my 3rd album
N' I bet you want my dick fam
Cause I met your CEO and he say
"Yo I'm a big fan"
I'm a big man, cramped
drop a single yet
N' I'm starting on my 3rd album
N' I bet you want my dick fam
Cause I met your CEO and he say
"Yo I'm a big fan"
I'm a big man, cramped
shirts
Money come in we ain't never gone hurt
Money come in like I'm waiting on the 1st
Money come in like I'm waiting on the 3rd
Money come in like I work
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
it's all about the flows, the hoes
And the forty-O's, nigga
Kick your, dopest rhyme, I'll break it up like 3rd Bass
I'm from the crew that sets it
offhand
The 3rd child I'm really yo youngest damn
To young to be stressin so I'll run away wit a blunt in my hand
Still tryna figure out if I even give
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
slaw
Post up with my homies, downtown 3rd street, we be clowning at Von's
You might catch me in town for the Grand Prix, drinking brown at the bar
I'm
Universal crimes
Illusions at an all-time high
All time Eye try and keep my 3rd eye wide
Drink agua check in with my spiritual guide close chakras
They
wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any
West Coast leftin
Dirt road steppin
How we crept in
Don’t ask questions
3rd world revolutionaries
Its your karma no confessions
Hecho en Aztlan hecho en
tryna get a check like the 3rd
Ridin' round with my bitch smokin' herb
Got 2 twin forties that's the only thing his and hers
Hell nah I ain't scared
But miss me with the bulls***
Instagram’d the fit
So you get the full drip
Asian broad with the pool stick
Down in the 3rd coast
Kick it with some
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
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