Lyrics:
failing but that doesn't mean I'm dumb
Because I have a curse on myself with a little of explanation
Which is I have lack of encouragement since 3rd grade
I
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
need some ease
Why do me wrong couldn't prove me wrong
Hope that you see you just another bitch I could leave
You just another bitch I dont need
3rd
the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
they're all vintage
I got a loft with a view of the sea
See I take some old sh- and make it (new) for me
Pimp it out like Xzibit to the umph degree
Why
A different fabric
Bitch I'm swifter and I'm quicker then a automatic
Causing havoc
Don't be hating, Know you heard of me
Smokeces
Smokeces
Like a 3rd degree
Just tryin' to get some cash buy some sneakers fix they hair
Ride up Lennox Ave. you smell the reffer in the air
3rd Ave. viva Puerto Rico the Boricua
the scene
Pop back to the block like what happened explain to me
When that xd pop off it make yo ear ring
He said he packing heat but he got burnt like 3rd
so confused that I'm going around in circles again
Going around in circles again
Holding on by a thread
Cut me loose so I can contend
Hoping
on a spree
Let the lightworks go
They'll set you free
Unknown to the mind
We all search for
What's divine
Fresher then the 3rd eye
Stay fly higher than
head and say my grace
Lend a helping hand through second smoke, newport is what i breath
Imma 3rd generation crack baby, i would say
Flashback village
Aw shit
Three icy ass niggas from Odd Future doin' some crazy shit
By the way, we do punch bitches
I'm swagging bitch, I'm iced out
Oh you mad bitch
can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
Verse 1
Hit the block sideways with the lights off
On 23rd a young bitch about to get tossed
Straight jocking the triple golds I was rolling
I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick, to stop me from that HIV shit
And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie fillin'
didn't like the way the jury looked at me
(Well the judge was an old man)
Too old
(Ninety-three)
Entirely too old
I didn't like the way,
The jury looked
da name to metro nd shit
Its pedro from da 3rd
If yeen kno im talkin my shit
Nd Fuck da haters
Dey gone listen now or wait till im rich
Ohh come nd
All the chaos and confusion
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing
It's the inner me, fighting inner peace
I can feel the heat like its 3rd degree and it's
Aight look
Take a seat
Got some extra ecstasy
Incase you lacking Empathy
Got an empty 3 but an mp3
Y'all tracks sound like 3rd degree
Bumpin Burgundy
they gonna hate on me, it nothing new to me
but I know these bitches really wanna fuck with me
and I burn whoever next to the 3rd degree
i stay planted
like body painters
Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, you're very sick
Don't confuse me wit marbury out this bitch
Run up
make music for a check
I do tht shit for the feels
Niggas losing cuz my point of view,
It come from the Hills
3rd eye open, so you see it on the back
a perc with me bullets burn
3rd degree
I'm on the A with Solo but I ain't solo
I got with me
I run up som M's of swiping
Come and fuck with me
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