Lyrics:
I'm who these hataz hate to the 3rd degree
They say I'm too gutta homie for TV
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm
yo aim
Just know you'll have a 3rd degree
Put some respect on my name
I'm the newest vip
Put some respect on my name
I am the king of the game
No one
start it independent, never doubt it,
Every sentence, gotta burn the beat to 3rd degree
And I put that on my mama, everybody
To Luigi to my cousins till
management
Man, I'm like the Feds, I bring down your establishment
Under the Rico, I purchased my 3rd quarterly from Bob Cito
Got your block locked like
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood
in the 3rd degree
And to the kids you don't wanna be me
I'm up in the mix of action, where niggas wanna kill me
But it's the start of they ending my
haters hating
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm the new owners of these fucking
rest in peace/Please?! Yall gatta forgive me for all my past years/all my doubts and my struggles wit all my past fears/felt like a prisoner on his 3rd
(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
the guts out but to become a serial killer without a doubt all you need is about
Chorus
3rd Verse
The third was a rabbi walking by I hit him with a blade
just had crashed the v
Had to switch the bitch out cause she tried to step to me
Spitting fire, now you got that 3rd degree
I'm a doctor, dissect
catch him in his zone
'96 Hova, 3rd person
You think he'd talk all of this shit if he weren't working
Is he still rapping on that Blue microphone in
on the dresser (The dresser)
Tried to play me can’t finesse a finesser (Nope)
Burned my heart to the 3rd degree
Blinded by love baby can’t you see
I just can’t
wishing big, timmy turner
said i can't buy a queen i gotta earn her
nigga you touchin me, 3rd degree murder(STOP)
genuinely concerning
it's really a burden,
Loving this life
That's the way to be
Burn a couple of niggas
Ain't no 3rd degree
You Talking too much homie
Say less
I ain't built off no damn stress
Imma
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
fuckin knew was stack money..
3rd Verse: How yu tell me
Yu go splatter me ?
Been steppin since ah youngin
It get wicked wen yu step to me
LaDawGGie
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,
speak fact
That's just who I am
Kill you in the 3rd degree
I'm just giving you a few
Minutes of poetry
I'm just giving you a few
Minutes of poetry
I'm
it mr Clean
I'm gotem lock in dope fiend
I shoot first I'm misses purgery
I'm spitting facts call me 3rd degree
Cause they claiming I'm Spitting
flockin like a bird to me
Cause the diamonds burn ya eyes to a 3rd degree
So I pulled up to the crib she was rushin me cause the lih baby was steady tryna
Better Yet Fucking Scorch you to a 3rd degree,
My shits hotter than Cardi B or Nicki,
Fuck with mines Nigga I leave that Ass bloody,
Like Chris did Riri,
child
My enemies die slow, it’s torture
3rd degree burns on your body when I scorch ya
Sunblock, Ong Bak, elbow to forehead
Double back, reload, empty out
guts when shit gets real
Blood spills on tha curbs of dat 3rd
Killa connection train to serv, Magnolia niggas words
Why's dat? they say uptown's a cut
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