Lyrics:
Airs, named my little nigga King
Meaning you should bow at his feet before God intervene
Even when I was in front of triple beams
Stack paper
night
9/11 Porsche I was on that flight
Five nine, six one I call 'em the twin towers
Had them on the triple stack, hit 'em both in the shower
Pedal
triple beam, weighed out my scheme
For the cream, my sold cracks, never could relax
Now build with wu-tang, spitting lyrical facts
Young black mad bastard
shifting with our thumbs
Laughing how dreams ain't dreams no more
Used to dream of Ki's to
The triple beam will soar
Mirages now manages with mink on floors
my pops, pick up bricks made out of crystal
While he was countin' the green
I seen nothin' but strainers, containers, scales and rocks on a triple
Killin shit until I am done rendition
12"6
Tell the haters they can suck a dick
11"5
Im the tallest man alive
10"4
Don't come knockin on my door
9"3
Fuck
2.3 then G Easy popped (Popped)
Then Logic popped (Popped)
Papi stop (Stop)
9 years and you never made Connecticut hot! (Got Fuego)
Scared of Christian
Aye, we going three for three today?
Ion kno, lets find out
Say that
Triple the bread if you cut the brick right
Coppin a scope, don't use
a strap, I'ma clutch that
Young, wild boy, born a rugrat
10, 11, 13, I don't mess with you and you don't mess with me
Got a red-dot beam on this Glock 23
in the desert with methamphetamine,
in a double tree, AR and a triple beam
9/11 in my hand
747 my shooters hop out the sprinter van
Compromise you,
tippin' the triple beams
Girls corner to corner, lickin' the pickles clean
Bringin' me the green
We niggas with our own regime
Takin' a shit on you like
in the Bs
Digi everything aint never used a triple beam
4 pizzas on the plane I'm not the scary one
4 bitches CashApp putting 2k in every one
See me
it's Kutt and baby I'm next
So we can triple team up and fuck your spleen up
Between us get 3 nuts then you can beam up
Now ya sexual peak is met so
Yo what's up.
For those who don't know.
I go by the name of Tech N9ne.
I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.
Some of the things already known,
a bullet in my own head, it's my death
So when twelve o'clock jump on eve of 11/9
Suicide
Just as I thought, a bright light
Greeted by friends
as well as to all those who lost their lives on 9/11/2001 *]
what I like and that’s you (We like you!)
So back to story, and I know by far
Gotta stack nine shots when we by the bar
I can sit in silence, try you
as sixteen raps, feel like the bitch scream
You learned about your triple beam from me
You stopped payin for pussy and hit that ass for free
A little G
a 11, I mack in a 7, I'll clap at your reverend
I see you in ny, I'll send you an invite,
You're gonna need you a pass that's the code that we live by
My 22's bling, so niggas scheme
745 I clean, digital scale nigga
Fuck a triple beam
Coffee pot to cook coke, dro to smoke
I was born to loc
Method cut
a team
Break it all down and bag it up triple beam
Step on the scene (Whew) pocket full of green (Whew)
Fitted on lean I'm the American dream
It's obscene
out maybe God'll give you something to do
Now you standing there in his holy grace in heaven
By the way I wrote this song on 9-11
Anyways as your
on
You can admire, but don't look too long
I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'
It's hard to imagine picture me rollin'!
on
You can admire, but don't look too long
I'm living a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin'
It's hard to imagine picture me rollin'!
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