Lyrics:
of threes So getting ran up on the block by a group of Dee's
I've been shot three movies, my deal comin soon I'm past sellin crack I got pills comin soon
things you wouldn't believe
It feels so twisted and the outcome ain't clean
Three young kids just mindin' their biz
One game ends as another game begins
Said he got another one, why you gotta tempt me
You can tap in at the trap, we got cocaine
Four bricks, wrap it out the crib, and sneak it on the plane
Boy Let Me Hear That
Suave The Goat and You Already Know
Got Me In This Bitch Hallucinating
Hey, 2 pints of Hi-Tech red
Yeah, I won't cough for
your best
Three times for the haters
I've never really cared less
Four times for the birds in my nest yes
I don't have time for pissing contests
I got
Brick by brick, I lay em down and comin' with a sound
To leave the industry in fluctuations, handin' me the crown
Give a fuck about your nations
This
walk, walk in my shoes
Just to look at all the pain they cause you
Walk around the block do a one two
Cause you've been causing pain like a gun do
I
a better option
I see and achieve, there ain’t no stoppin’ me
All The Same
Uh
Last dish ‘till I ditch the ball
And get fucked by a blonde hair bitch in
Walls up, brick by brick it all hardened
Slick talk, they plant seeds in the garden
Picked off, low hanging fruit look what it's causing
And now she's
rebuttle
By the fourth shot, I'm just another child in a bubble
Tryin to play with the passion and the placement
Just to see what these people let him
still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
(2nd verse)
Hey yo
I'm like Malcolm, out the window with the joint
Hoodied up blood in my eye, a lead to fly
Like fuck it, look how these niggas duck shit
nothin' but lifeless, stiffness, hit this
Three-eighty in the headset
Bricks in the dashboard and the door panels
Give me the ball nigga, hand check
Rolling over in the morning light
Thinking of you laying by my side
Keep forgetting I'm away from home
In another hotel on my own
Curse
journey begins right here, in the depths of your heart.
I will accompany you in it.
Let's hold our hands and go together, I'm counting down to 3: 3, 2, 1
it
I mean, two thousand years
And they still can’t get along
It’s way too complicated
To explain in a song
Meanwhile in Kansas City
The boys have been
wake up before I land
In another world wit wings like Peter Pan
This world be super cold, Fuck
Might have to stretch yo mans
Keep that backdoor closed,
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
money 'till I die, gimme' 25
Man I might not be alive when I'm 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n' a 25
And sell 20's, that'll get you dummy high
Bagged in
gotta push my buttons
This dude in front of me, he weighs a brick
He's quick and I can't get Marshall hit
So I played my position and don't make
nigga in the Tray
And a four of that drank to go with my dank
It makes me lean all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog want to hunt for
shit a brick
I'm out in the field tryna hit another lick
Wishing it was you I was with another bitch
Shawty went crazy man I had to up the stick
me, yeah (do it for me)
What's your addiction?
Is it money? Is it hoes? Is it weed?
I've been afflicted
By not one, not two, but all three
What's
- each brick by brick
I won’t let go
We must be strong - must carry on
You are here
CH x2
Don’t let go
We’ve far to go
Don’t let go
I hear you’re
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