Lyrics:
pastor
Just see me growing up to stardom
But it ain't cool cos my mom's gone
She couldn't see the progress of her 3rd born
Shout out to my friends and my
you with my 3rd eye
You won't survive here on my side
Don't try fight my kind you might die
Where I reside ain't no nice guys
I see through you with my
wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any
haters hating
I'm 3rd degree say I'm to gutta homie 4 T.V.
I'm who these white folks don't want they kids 2 see
But I'm the new owners of these fucking
Sometimes we change seeking for attention
Crying on our own speaking on depression
Getting lost in our mind... 3rd dimension
Shooting for the long
3rd times the charm but still gave them Six Tries
Tryna keep you Happy Had me walkin on Pins and Needles
Always the one hurt up in the end can't
Fuck the 3rd time imma out em on they first strike
Bird fly, only ever catch him in the 3rd stripes
3rd eye wide open see you in the worst light
a go getter Mac 11 wetter
Louis V sweater 3rd letter representer
High end
Trend setter
Shoot dice
Write hitters
I drank French & smoke OG
A million
She wana fly to Miami
I took a trip out to Cali
Gave unk a hunned slab every 1st n 3rd jus to get da doe da fiends Wildin Hunned
Want ya sum cash don't
sunshine till they gone...
Ain't no sunshine till they gone...
Juvenile:
I was born to survive, but the story returns.
After being treated 7 months for 3rd
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
HEART, in no mans land you’ll get picked apart
Before u even start, yeah he hard/ until that close encounter of a 3rd kind
Or he stand in front of judges
on and
Forget the FED's
It's going down in H-Town, playa look around we ain't
Scared
We ball the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying
on and
Forget the FED's
It's going down in H-Town, playa look around we ain't
Scared
We ball the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying
Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's
this shit for 3rd degree Mayne
Bitch I'm a gangsta for life, life, life
Me and my Niggas gon ride, ride, ride
Bitch Nigga don't wanna die, die, die
Get
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
blunts, no 3rd Degree
It's M.O.B. 'til I R.I.P.
Already
I'm on my G
Come to my city, better pay the fee
Don't fuck with me
I'm bipolar
Bite my style, I
the most on the 3rd Coast, I ain't trying to
Brag ain't trying to boast
They should bump it out break down a pound, throw on
Your loc's man roll up
hoped inna streets ain't know how hot it really was
Fire arms out I got 3rd degree burns
Ain't know how to tare the scale but imma quick learner
I have
lurk
Use to see me wit my dick in the dirt
Ran a check up on haters know it gotta hurt
Use to Chase junkies the 1st and the 3rd
Now they lookin for me
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
got you but it won't get me
He's in a little demon to the 3rd degree,
Mo drugs, White thugs and wanna be's,
Soldiers of the burbs all guilty see,
I'm up next
Only been a year
Still clapped back
Ain't talkin chairs
I'm like 50 cent to the 3rd power
Trust me you don't wanna take me There
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