Lyrics:
dry,
God ain't gonna stop you from getting high
Where you gonna be
3rd circle of hell
Where we gonna meet
3rd circle of hell
What's it gonna be
3rd
kinda hard
Emotions had to toss
Mama raised a Boss
Hustler from the start
Tried to put us out
Got a 3rd job
Trappin played my part
Even tried to rob
I
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
not lose and if you thought
I will settle for anything less than homie
I got news to the 3rd degree
NC's in a state of emergency
(Yes, yes, get it
all that you ever showed to me
I gave you those things, and you said no thanks
And now I’m scarred to the 3rd degree
Yeah, I think you really want
3rd Degree burns
I pushed myself into the fire
I said it all aloud
How she’s admired
I walked a tightrope of hidden desire
And fell headfirst
Know I'm a sinner cause my uncle a reverend
I know that you'd be proud of me
But I wish that you was still here
My heart suffered a 3rd degree,
That's
Ready for the hoes, who ready to roll
Gone with the wind, you been ready to blow
Blow my high, don’t kill the vibe
3rd degree still burning slow
You could
Remedy uh
It was healing me uh
You were hurting me uh
Burning me to the 3rd degree
To be honest
I'm well polished
With all love
Look at what I
mission
3rd of October
I'll never be sober
I promise tonight
I'll be toasting you
Raise up my glass
Filled with sweet honey jack
and chase up my shot with
I'm dropping be heat give em 3rd degree
How the fuck these rich niggas ain't heard of me
Now and days count a couple a duffles of quala
Remember nights
you've been told
Means anything to me
And everything you hold is mine
In the barest degree
I walked up to the park
The lion rock was weeping
I
the street
My friend, poor Cherokee Louise
Ever since we turned 13
It's like a minefield
Walking to the door
Going out to get your 3rd degree
And comin' in
Never got why I'd be celebrated been giving the 3rd degree
This year all of them heard my speech
Happy birthday to me
Bled out on stages
Soaking it in
nigga think they could fuck around
Real niggas do real things
By all means, niggas knowing how we get down, it goes
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up
that work without no CV yeah
Why they trying to press me like it's TV yeah
Gotta keep a strap ain't trying to catch a 3rd degree yeah
Tweaking off that
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
the president of Rap leave it up to me l paint the white house black ain't no future in yo stuntin naw man
ain't no future in yo stuntin
{ LAST VERSE: 3rd
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
suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in
on goals lionel messi
Guap a burn you with a chop black belt 3rd degree
Savv and dollaz out the window letting it fly with ease
Since day one I kept one up
flag in the ground it's red nation!
Now blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust
3rd Grade me and you were so close
When I was sad you'd always know
Know how to cheer me up with your corny jokes
Time for recess kids running
and crooks
I done seen bloodshed over blood money
I done niggas kill over drug money
got the game from some OG ballin
down here 3rd world cali or new
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