Lyrics:
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Yesterday I was a bum and broke
Today I am a star and broke
In this town that's called progress
space
I got two crosses with a diamond, heart, a club, and a spade
[Eightball]
White ice on ???; that's what we be flippin', Ball
3rd Ward to The Mound
The man just stepped up in the buildin', bet they notice me
I know the flow so fuckin hot, I'm onto 3rd degree
I just cut up on the beat, it's gon need
tape with your neck slit
What's cracking pimp
What you wanna do?
You don't really it want it really
When we come through
3rd Degree and Snug are with me
n if you died would u be proud
I wasted plenty of time, was losing my mind
I shoulda been grindin
But since I been home from jail
This 3rd time around
Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs
You the one who won the Spelling Bee
I'm the first 3rd grader with a felony
nobody heard of me
I'm Chasing all the currency
Cut thru these beats like it's surgery
Flow give you a
3rd Degree Burn cause it's to hot
Grew up bumpin
University
Melbourne PD they heard of me
Treat me like we did first degree
Murder or maybe 3rd degree
No sir i don't have no degree
Here's my license what else
I get burned
Hellfire, 3rd degree
When I fall I pray they rest with me
When my demons get the best of me
They just cut me open, Let me bleed
Just my
Yea I got racks yea I get paid that's why they hating me
Or probably cause we burnt his partner up to 3rd degree
I'm in Toledo by the D with all
fucked with it
Appetite for Destruction
For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit
Murder in the first degree and manslaughter
Taking the life
and I come in with the 3rd degree
Come see me at the top with a grin behind the curtain
Ain't nobody fucking with me
First degree murder, you can get your degree
Motherfucker
And you ain't gotta wonder 'bout me wonder woman
Tune gonna
beats like 3rd degree
Lately I been on the come up
Steal the spotlight burglary
Why you crying bouta girl
Someone get that boy a nursery
And you swear
A thousand soldiers die in a hundred degree heat
As we snatch a stalemate from the jaws of defeat
Charles Lee was left behind
Without a pot to piss in
necklace
Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous
'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates
Driving by the streets we used
It's too easy
We playin' chess, you playin' checkers
You 'bout to get your motherfuckin' asses jumped
Fucking punks
And by the way
We ain't just
Pay attention and listen yea there's some lessons in there
I see you starring at the stove
Don't do it
Infored and I
Completely congruent
3rd degree
fucking pop for that jealousy
Oh my god
Yeah, my shoota hit 3rd degree
Yeah, we sending free smoke
Don't care what you see
Hop out skrt
Right up in
design your visionary
And ambitious career is
A true reflection of the creative spirit so
By virtue of the authority
Vested in me by the Board
Of Governors
of me
i bring the smoke, can barely see
Spitting flames 3rd degree
take your breath away, you can barely breath
Catching my breath back, then your
high on 3rd degree (Go Go)
Tell her lil baby don't burden me burden me
Still be rapping like you ain't even heard of me (Uh)
I told lil shortie to wrap
[Hook]
Okay I count my cheese
I Duck no enemies
I do this shit with ease
I drop soliloquys
I Keep it real to the 3rd degree
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