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deeper than 3rd degree
And you asking me why I leave
I hope me telling my perspective give you some sort of relief
(Check it)
Now you asking why I ain't

I'm dropping be heat give em 3rd degree
How the fuck these rich niggas ain't heard of me
Now and days count a couple a duffles of quala
Remember nights

Never got why I'd be celebrated been giving the 3rd degree
This year all of them heard my speech
Happy birthday to me
Bled out on stages
Soaking it in

startin purposely
Man I swear that shit burn
Talkin 3rd degree
feel like itadori you the curse in me
You hate this shit but you still stay & you plottin

usher on a 3rd degree
I got a hood ratchet bitch and another on her 3rd degree
Even your bitch when y'all walk by act like she don't notice me
Fuck her

a birthday candle
Yea I'm something like a 3rd grade vandal
Spraying shitty tags on your bands tour van hoe
I'm so high got me out my dome
But I never slip

influence, like Patrick Ewing rocking 33
You ain't heard of me it's B I G
Murder rapper spitting in the 3rd degree
Real as currency
Wishy-washy like

crazy bitch so don't tempt me
Gon fuck around and convince me
To make a bitch hit his knees
And burn his ass with that 3rd degree
Ima demon bitch
I'm

soliloquy
But I’m a character
Came out to play
And break the 3rd wall like a narrator
Ain’t trying to disparage ya
Just uplifting who I am
No amateur
Please

you best believe its 3rd degree or its surgery
Kill my image they murder me
All off from what they heard of me
All that trying to sound better didn't

right through that twinkle in her eye
Drink at the absurdities
Burn some weed and learn some things
About the way she hurts me
To the 3rd degree
Earnestly

when you hit the block
And just pick’em off
Every Christian falls
Man we all gotta get involved
Reach thru the fire
Even when 3rd degree Burns increase

to the 3rd degree

Lisarola isondo le ANC
Lisarola isondo le ANC

The kids still crying, the kids still dying
Every year dawg they're occupying
Foreigners yep

Think we can all agree
Fuck the generational curses
& kudos to us for breaking barriers passing the 3rd degree
This here aint nothing new to me
Been

to the touch like 3rd degree, ohhh weee 
I guess my good just wasn’t good enough
New house, new car, I bought you all new types of stuff 
In the end, your true

you here wit me I
Make you my business want your company
You got me burning up hotter than a 3rd degree
Cut off them other girls like surgery
Promise

to disagree
An MC 3rd degree

I'm a sick sadistic, son of a bitch with six sixes

Crucifixion, you can't even choke yourself
For asphyxiation, you

its lines' efficiency

But honestly, pleasing people isn't always in my registry
I better be burning verses to at least the 3rd degree
Or else my target

whip-whip-whipping like a wire whisk
Scars on the skin been surviving in the fire pit
Hold on had 3rd degree burns
Gotta do your research on the people that you

Remedy uh
It was healing me uh
You were hurting me uh
Burning me to the 3rd degree
To be honest
I'm well polished
With all love
Look at what I

words like Ron Burgandy
Give these beats the 3rd degree
It occurs that musics just a church to me

And I'm losin Faith
And I'm losin Faith
And I'm losin

The old me is dead
The new me ain't willing to die

Resurrected my concious
The zombie been feindin 3rd eyes
Just to see thru the soul
Of those needing

the street
My friend, poor Cherokee Louise

Ever since we turned 13
It's like a minefield
Walking to the door
Going out to get your 3rd degree
And comin' in

kinda hard
Emotions had to toss

Mama raised a Boss
Hustler from the start

Tried to put us out
Got a 3rd job
Trappin played my part

Even tried to rob
I