Lyrics:
knives concealed in
The staircase is where we earn the degree
The lawsuits on the fine flesh feeding the fiend
Light Caesar-covered skull
Eyes are like
Feel like everybody look and staring at me
Tangled ass hair and a faded ass Tee
Working hard and smart work ethic no degree
Pride by my side and I'm
Do do-do-do-do-do-do
Do do-do-do-do-do-do, do
Let's do hard drugs
Fix our problems
Let me swing by
Tears in my eyes
She cut me like a piece
kids 2 boys a girl I’m the youngest son
The third of the 3rd try call me the chosen one
When I’m down and out I think about that very fact
And it make me
and a red-state treasure
Love junkie on a three day bender
His grip, so hard, eyes glare get off hat
Trouble like a mug shot
Charged up, 'cause the man's
it
So stay inside ya shallow circles
I ain't even trippin
Fuck a million followers
I'm a person not religion
Not insistin by the 3rd eye
That I'm
you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand? Ain't it
sweating out your collar
This the 3rd offering. How much more can I offer
Call me Greg B or you can call me Greg Major
Man, the Lord showed me favor
One
say she a Pisces, I heard they are feisty (ooh)
You know how to treat her, she'll be sweeter than a Hi-C
Clean up very nicely, shoes are kinda pricey
Have you ever been lost in
A friend's eye? I have
Have you ever been tossed by the
Wayside in an old friend's mind?
But don't be so nice
That's what
I'd be the bad guy, Kryptonite, the green chronic
'Cause I ain't got no legs
Or no brain
Nice to meet you
Hi, my name is
I forgot my name
My
Heal me
I've been waking up in the night
Like I'm losing God by my side
Something just doesn't feel right
Dear me
You've been way too hard
a king
Cole!
Young nigga with his jeans low
Nice guy just got a mean flow
Never seen rich but he's seen po'
Mr. Dolla and a Dream in case you ain't
to control myself (Aww!)
It's hard to control myself
You got, you got, you got
What it takes to make this boy be bad (Be bad)
It's hard to control myself
It's
Break to check the clock at three
They're right on where they want to be
And four o'clock get up and going
Five o'clock that rooster's crowing
Yeah
you forget to put anything in
The longer you dwell, the more it's like hell
You sit by the well just making a wish
It would be a shame to take too
the moment
Got the blackest sky ever while everything else is glowing
Intellectual, they keep on trusting you but always texting you
Every 2nd to every 3rd is
Southside, 3rd Street to be exact
Yeah, we put the dirty third on the map
A lot of people got whacked
Lost some people and we'll never get them back
Like Lil'
be broke, can't compare to me
Know we spendin' block, burn shii 3rd degree
Oh, really, that nigga John couldn't even see me
Oh, really, that nigga
person here don't even have a degree
Supermarkets raise price of honey
Bank account getting low on money
Covid's coming by nose is getting runny
Look up
to solve that problem
But that's the problem in the hood, nobody comes together unless you involve violence
'Cause we was taught to be the tough guys
with the clip, no aim on it
Uh, Mr 3rd degree
Burn like the bridge and yo business uh
Started at the floor, at the beginning uh
Now I rep the floor until
a good time
Oh Lord
Momma said she wanted me to focus on the church lines
Oh Lord
But honestly I'm haunted by the lowest of the 3rd kind
Oh Lord
Been
it's all about the flows, the hoes
And the forty-O's, nigga
Kick your, dopest rhyme, I'll break it up like 3rd Bass
I'm from the crew that sets it
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