Lyrics:
the foundation of what you need
My heart is on fire in 3rd degree
I look in your eyes and I smile
Been needing your love for a while
If you need me pop up in no
Loafanese
Skinny jeans got the hoes in these
No designer still got loaf in these
A nigga so hot like 3rd degree
Only the squad
My team so strong
to get out my face
(Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea)
Baby I'm him, I'm he
Hotter than 3rd degree, yea
Nigga I guarantee
city down
To make something brighter than you
I get 3rd degree burns from the things that you do
Now I'm hot to the touch and cold on the inside
You've
Silvers back meet the MVP
Got ya tripping on the beats like its LSD
Putting fire on theses tracks like its 3rd degree
Heating up more then Cole
you
If this what u wanna do you
We gonna try it anyway
You always turn it back on me
And yo back on me
You burned me to the 3rd degree
You took no slack
Up
3rd eye had it on me open up
I been up for days
Trynna make a plan
Who that superstar
Driving in the range
Watch me flip page
See my niggas rage
We
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
if you don't respect
You know I'm from the 3rd bitch
You gone by casualty bitch
I'ma soldier
(mia x)
Rounding up my soldiers
Scooping up my warriors
soul
So feed me
I'm easily treated with heat 3rd degree
But in the deep part of my cranium
I need to cast it away
Bubble hash do ya thang
And the end
ain't heard of him
Mr. M.O.E
The Barr baby
Was a southside living legend
Of 3rd ward
Bone hard
Street veteran
And it all started in '93
ain't heard of him
Mr. M.O.E
The Barr baby
Was a southside living legend
Of 3rd ward
Bone hard
Street veteran
And it all started in '93
greedy 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
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
loving
I gave you my heart and you ain’t want it
I tried to turn your nothings into somethings
It was 3rd down girl why you punted
You could’ve been lucky
in the 3rd degree
And to the kids you don't wanna be me
I'm up in the mix of action, where niggas wanna kill me
But it's the start of they ending my
for the shit I'm spittin'
I know I'm scarin' ya
A poison you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood
Foot on the gas take off like a missile
She bad to the bone yeah bad to the gristle
This a 3rd leg baby this ain't no pistol
Shit
She like how I talk
got me wicked I don't play
Niggaz got funk on the other side and we spray
We drive through the 3rd Ward Calliope Projects
and drove
i unlock a new
'Til the 3rd one pop up
Now they all puppets on a string
As i chop my own
Visions of my flaws, i'm unlearning how I was brought up
It
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
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