Lyrics:
it for the fam
It's whatever we had to do, it's just who I am
Yeah, it's the life I chose
Gunshots in the dark, one eye closed
And we got it
FREESTYLE ABILITY
BURNING MC'S TO THE 3RD DEGREE AND YOU CAN'T SEE ME CUZ
OF MY INVISIBILITY I REWORD MY LYRICS QUESTION YOU LIKE MAGAZINES
GET IN YOUR
to my fun girls, they say fuck yeah
I'm doing this shit like whatever
When I go I'mma leave for the better
I told her you dig like a shovel
I want
good for me
And they're good for you, so eat them too
For teeth so strong, your whole life long
Eat celery and carrots by the bunch
Three cheers for me,
decapitated
Beg for mercy with no avail
Muslim teachings must prevail
Judge and jury with zero degree of moral culpability
Death by lapidation
The law
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
pulled the belt out Nigga
Swing at me that's 3rd degree like burn out Nigga
I rap for the cause I rap for the art, you rap for what
I'm tryna make it
You not dealing with kids
You ffff with real gangsta
Don't mess unless
You want to suffer the consequences
Don't make me catch 3rd degree
I don't want
Is about a dragon
Flying you over to the DMV
To take your drivers test for the 3rd time
Because you failed the first two
That's exactly what I'm
'cause now we the masters
Ready for whatever 'cause you know that they after us
Clear the scene with the beam, cuh, this shit could get disastrous
By
light
I'm ready to go right now, I'm ready to go right now (let's go)
A-one, two, three, green light, but if it's what it seems like
The you moving
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
for free (Damn)
Foot on the gas take off like a missile
She bad to the bone yeah bad to the gristle
This a 3rd leg baby this ain't no pistol
Shit
She
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
Never got why I'd be celebrated been giving the 3rd degree
This year all of them heard my speech
Happy birthday to me
Bled out on stages
Soaking it in
Everybody, get on the floor
What the hell'd you come here for?
Girl, it ain't no use, you might as well get loose
Work your body like a whore
Say
are tired of the road
And ready for whatever the city and the night have to offer
They check into a cheap hotel and go right to the bar downstairs
(Damn)
I'm on the south side, you on the outside
Five minutes get to Popeyes
Trap house had a rottweiler
All this weed like a bonfire
I'mma 3rd strike
wet on the daily, and
Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully
Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught
A one to three degree from V-O-P
I'm here to cause a disaster
Among masters you see
Your 3rd degree is nothing
When its compared to me
So you gotta tie the rope
Oh wait thats
the cheers you will die by the boos
Some people want you to win
Some people want you to lose
It ain't over til it's over
The devil working overtime keep a 3rd
yourself a drink
I left your next clue by the sink
It should be a box with your name
Open it up see what inside whatever it is put it on
And head
we could do whatever
She got a crew too and said that we should get together
I said, "Aight, just call me back in a hour
So I can take a shower
mostly all for me
Going through some thangs that's just the way it be
Life is just a phase and that's the 3rd degree
Wrote down all my plans until I
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