Lyrics:
really unknown so watch yo tone when you speak to me
Cause if you stepping fire you get burnt like it's 3rd degree
No bluffing in my rap, everything I say
I belong inside a basement
I just wanted to be normal
I see myself in 3rd person
Every single morning
And as I walk Thru out my day
I sit and cringe
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
hoopty
But I’m bubbling like the curry pot
Gearing up for the 3rd quarter
Somebody make some room for us
From New York City all the way down to Tallahassee
Been on my own Can't nobody get the best of me
3rd eye open making sure u ain't an enemy
At allll
Been feeling lost in the world of unknown
Been
3rd of the week"
And I know you don't wanna be the word on the street
Maybe I should find a female version of me
And we can warn our child about
the pussy like a drum Cus you know that I pound it
3rd round it
She so impressed yeah I left her astounded
How am I high but I feel so grounded
Come take
me really fucking throwed
You’s a bitch I can’t be around you cause the rumor is that you fucking told
N***a I got secrets from the 3rd grade to this
rest my case
Yeah I really write
All my damn lyrics like my mind is tight
Inside job what it feels like
But I’m letting loose
Like my 3rd wife
Shit I’d
spinners
Eating Frenchy's chicken dinner
Family came from 3rd Ward Scott
Street on up to Ennis
Hanging out on Sunnyside with my cousin Corey
They was on that
they attempts factious im the road runner
They some scary ass boys 3rd Down punters
I got real cash money like I know stunna
I don't want a loan, I
so fond of me
Few weeks later then done with me
The time is lining up perfectly
I'm heating up like 3rd degree
The block is hot
Cool him off? Probably
of the days in Illinois
Obstacles all in my way
Ever since I was a baby
From the 3rd grade to this present day
Trying to stop and block my destiny
Bout to blast
with the hippies, bikers, thugs
Hit me with a micky, fast women and drugs
1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd minute I'm gone
Wake me up to eat around
in the worst place
All I had was beastie boys and third bass
I'm the dude who always come down in 3rd place
Until I heard the story of Your Life
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
will my rhymes hit em in the heart and come off clever
She call me baby talm bout come here I'll make you feel better
I'm thinking if I won't make it by
spread her like sum Cool whip
I see em hatin, I throw em out like a q tip 1 1 m 3rd eye cruising, so why you killin my mood bitch
1 1 m on some smooth
a breath
God I wanna be honest with you I mean no disrespect
Had to add a 3rd verse to get some things off my chest
Cause saying how I really feel I never
And these bullets make a motherfucker dance just like he teo
Light em up just like the first day
Bitch wetter then the 3rd day
Niggas talking shit and be back
get caught was the first lesson
Such a presence I was called the future but I'm past that like 3rd and 7
Charges read a felony possession
Couldn't let
the city where niggas a burn you no 3rd degree so if you aint bout peace then keep your words from me they say forgive and forget yeah that sounds like a bet
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
Parents split young I was always on the go
Leaving double lives I was rich and I was broke
House on the hill apartment 3rd floor
I didn’t choose this life
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