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right through that twinkle in her eye
Drink at the absurdities
Burn some weed and learn some things
About the way she hurts me
To the 3rd degree
Earnestly

your top three like Jordan going 3rd
Niggas drop me in the pot and let me cook up like coke
Took my time with the wrist and that's why I’m so dope, Feel

perspiration
Certainly I have made it 
Bare witness
Gracious
I say good God almighty
Possibly prophecy
That 3rd eye vision only I could see 
Shown that true

hear me going Ku, on this beat, with my flow
Sophomore year I had a speech competition
Went nutz 
Placed 3rd
Flew up in a big bird
Did a show
Play my

mention I'm just venting I ain't even flex 
I ain't even vex 
Introverted on the low 
Y.O. 3rd dimensional in the physical 
I need a physical 
Flow sick 
If

made my stomach turn
But by the 3rd time 
I was cool and calm eating gummy worms
I wanna get a little deeper 
But da nigga got people and they might send

the neighborhood
Buy it back and don't riot
Keep 3rd eye intact for that guidance
These are Mayan facts so live by this
Please don't try to attack me that's violence

to New York
Slay on the 3rd I be gon by the 4th
Shorty she French got me whippin the quiche
I let her whisper my government chill
Play wit that thang put

McGuyver 
Try to preach the truth from the books to the 3rd eyer
Police kill a nigga judge just give him high five
The synagogue of sinners
Cross burning by

by the code but
That's a lost art 

Dese boys oop Shyt
Pop Shyt
But on Narc Shyt

Da code of the streets 
Dun turnt into an illusion

My 3rd eye on yo

a nigga
Even think about
Touching me
I might catch
A 3rd degree
On the scene
Murder charges
Only thing
I ain't beat
If he think
He got heart
Then I'm

shake no hands with em
Bitches hold me back so I need to make no plans wit em
Let her suck me off and then I pass her to mans n em
Beefing wit the 3rd

for the burbs
They want me a bird, separate myself couldnt fuck wit them worms
But Still gotta chirp
Fone boomin from the 1st to the 3rd
Hadda go reup

gonna say

They better not fuck with me
No explanation please
It's Tara Lee
I'm giving you 3rd degree
I'm with that fuckery
Bitch please
I might just

Ableton force closed
Vibes thrown off like a whores clothes
Too many opps and doors closed
I open thy 3rd eye
Release disguise, release these guys
More than

n**** ain no fuckin plug 
He sent you up the street 

Glock switches we tote federal heats 
They burn to 3rd degree 
Got bitches I fuck on the campus

callin yo phone/

Where they at now? jumpin another nigga bones/





 Case weak wit a good lawyer they a dismiss it/

On ya 3rd felony so you don’t wanna

I'm a magical, lyrical, spiritual gangster.
I started paying bills when I was a 3rd grader.
When I turned 18 my stepdad left for the neighbor. 
My mom

back on the 3rd floor
Hear the gentle way that he caresses and presses
The grooves without being selfish
Goes a little differently on the 4th floor
 Hey

common
Niggas rather hate than see a youngin thumbing
Never trust a soul or a fake ass promise
From them 3rd party niggas that be right behind ya
I was

Mank
Raised up in the Mud, I know my shit do stank
Throughout my 3rd grade, fist fights once a week
To keep it 100, sometimes I got beat
Taught fast from

you know I make snow
I be going from the 1st and that 3rd
We be posted right there on dat curb
It don't snow in Miami we got that snow in Miami
Country

the sock dodging the narcs
Made sales behind 80 right there on park
Lex Ave for the train ride 3rd ave where u spend cake
Come across my board walk
That a be

in his heart 
KC was dead by the 3rd one
That wasn't even Judy real spot
Judy lied to get his head knocked
Judy stayed in the 7th ward 
About a block