Lyrics:
fam in your grave you gon rot
3rd grade lunchroom money stuffed in my socks
My teacher told me you get three hots and cot
Yea you only get three hots
can see
If niggas want smoke it's always free
I escalate shit to the 3rd degree
Fuck my lo, here go my addy
Had yo bm callin me daddy
Say I make her so
Wowee, pretty scary!
Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree
I want ev'rybody to be free
But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door
It's a mutherfuckin Jag, exhaust pipe
If I had it my way, Im going all night
But these 3rd degree burns, they don't feel right
Car drives off but I hold
and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
and spaghetti
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya
Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya?
Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya
Y'all thirteen
all on pause
I been running all these bands up, now my money long
Yeah it's longer, I just pulled in that big body tonka
This hoe 3rd degree, yeah she
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
Mafioso, scenarios, the scar poser
Foggy survivalists rott cats in Congo
38 convo, blow a 3rd on my torso
When exposed, my snuff nose busts all
trust them all
like we out in the jail yard
am keeping a weapon I learning my
lesson
now I creep in the black car
they just be listening watching me move
initial perception quickens my heart rate
This dark place planet Earth orbits one star
Come from afar far away state of mind
Open up your 3rd eye Black
a quarter piece
Can't put a BIC lighter to the flames that I be serving G
They swear they never heard of me
Well fuck around and see
I give these men the 3rd
All my Rasta bretheren getting insight from trees
To my brothers up in college getting PHD's
Or any other degree
Even if you just reading for mental
be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood
So I walked out the door, hopped in the Regal
Twisting triple gold with the all black eagle
Got
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
who?) Recognize, bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin' Z
Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do
Features average
Mixed in with all the orphans
His upbringing
cmorphous
No focus
Problems arise
cnd left to fester
No soul behind his eyes
Why he do that
I pulled up to the club on dubs
They say look at them go
Look at them go
And raised up with some girls tryin to cut 3 times in a row
Times in
steppin' too slow
Got surrounded by a sheriff down in Mexico
(Well he was steppin' right along) I were a hot-footin' it.
(But he was steppin' too slow)
towards baal
Born on my 3rd strike, living through the 3rd reich
2 cmerica's been hiding in plain sight (what up Kwab)
Harvest the lies in the truth, We
Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
And the black crow flew through
A hole in the sky
And I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And I
and a black tee
Looking for the niggaz that say they fin to attack me
Turn the music down low and let the 'llac creep
Fuck the police I give a damn if they
black cotton in God's eyes
Speak
Black cotton
Steady stressin', Smith and Wessons, count my blessings
Class is in session, the worst question is
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