Lyrics:
Sitting on the car seat
Six by the back street
Five on the concrete (How many bottles on the)
Four by the window
Three in the shadow
Two only but
mind
Good times and get caked up, uh, sunshine coming through my blinds
I'm living but, really though, it's never enough
Ten milli on, that's a must,
the world, mass confusion see it day by day
Try to lock me in a box lies deception is the game they play, yeah
Wake up third eye truth it live in me and you
Mask off, facelift, when I
Mask off, facelift, when you
Three-fifth president
Three Three-fifth president
Three-fifth pre-president
I'ma give your
This is where the young folks are born
And the old people die
We're just tryin to get by
Tell em meet me at the crossroads
If your the good
She's my drug my peak for my high
Ohhh iii ooo ooo iii I eee iii
Oh how did I let dis time go by
Mass thoughts of genocide
The violence I try to hide
trap that track
Got miles on the shoe imma flash by flash
Take care of the blind gotta hit that fact
Bleed blue anywhere with the south-side swag
Rap
I'm on that twelve month delay, life of an artist
I spend time with my recordings by never belonging
Stopped sleeping in the morning, I don't set
Daddy came over on the boat from France
Port St. Augustine
He hit out north by northwest
Blue Ridge Mountains
Cherokee
He met an Indian girl
She was
twenty-three now but will I live to see twenty-four?
The way things is going, I don't know
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you
and Lecrae been trying to make Him famous since ninety three.
Fillin' these 58′s with phrases that would deem us unfit to succeed among these heathens.
It's
saved by the sight of a blind man
I was saved by the prayers of the Saints
I was saved by trusting in you God
To do the things I can't
Like, One Cross,
I was a middle child we was three brothers
In and out them walls we could hardly see each other
I was living wild I could of been deep under
It's
3 (Ha)
Walk in your house like a drive through (Yea)
Knocking your shit like I’m Bruce lee (Shoot it)
Talking your shit but you blind too (Talk it)
I'm good as blind
Darling I confess yes I've ruined three lives
And didn't care till I found out that one of them was mine
I confess
Our love seems
[both] It ain't no mystery .. (4X)
"Who is that?" "The Supreme Black Man, that's who!" (3X)
"Hoo that's the man!" [both] It ain't no mystery
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
with mafia connections
It's The Firm, nigga, set it
Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like Blind Fury
I shine jewelry, sippin' on crushed
long nights
I'm that pretty boy with a bad bitch appetite
Pretty boy twenty-four-seven three six five
Let's ride
Let's ride
Let's ride
Let's ride
She's
on the car seat
Six by the back street
Five on the concrete (How many bottles on the...)
Four by the window
Three in the shadow
Two only but
You're my one only
Check, check one two
check the mic nigga
microphone check
(Chorus)
One to the two a three a forever
Can you weather the storm or get wetta
It goes
grabbed him by the throat until he called on me
'Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Now I don't want what Jay's got on the table
Cheeks, Freaky Tai
Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice Say
Chorus-
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4
4.0 GPA his future monolithic, a prolific static
Chorus
What’s the value of a life overshadowed by skin tone when justice isn’t blind,
All I want is
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