Lyrics:
know my heart I want to hamma oh o
Cause I never wan make dey borrow oh o
Or make dey live the life in sorrow oh o sorrow
3rd Verse
See when I enter
wise guys
Toting guns just for fun doin drivebys
Sometimes ya gotta be wise guy
And see thru that bullshit wit ya 3rd eye
Cuz aint nothin gon be handed
initial perception quickens my heart rate
This dark place planet Earth orbits one star
Come from afar far away state of mind
Open up your 3rd eye Black
before you ever said a word to me
You can take a final bow honey cause your act is like a 3rd degree
Whoa, you've struck the last match with me baby.
And they hate it
Cus Im at the bank
the 3rd time this week
I got drive and a vision
are you different from me?
Only time will tell playa
so I guess
1st verse:
I be looking fine,
Money on my mind
Bitches by my side
Started off good, a burning flame.
Slowly i was the one to blame
Hardest times
da name to metro nd shit
Its pedro from da 3rd
If yeen kno im talkin my shit
Nd Fuck da haters
Dey gone listen now or wait till im rich
Ohh come nd
of like 3rd person experiences
You see things from your own experiences and you inference the rest
And you make good music or whatever
Artists know how
My fucking wallet, homies flippin whatcha call it
Bitch I always been legit, put my money by lips
I'm as flawless as it get, talking down to every
all of these idols & deities
wanting my mind like guillotines
taking my time believing things
like your 3rd eye.
People still think they real gods.
keep fucking wit me
You must be rushing to die
So you better decide
'Cause it's better to ride
I'm 2 slots after the 3rd dead or alive
You can give me
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
the 3rd morning
Now the ds passing and they all lurking
Niggas hungry so we still serving
Boy I done fucked up some onions
I bet I won't fuckup again
the next one
Is better (Yea)
Been the man
Dats the gift and the curse
But I make it work
Like a 9 to 5
And it's overtime
From the 1st to the 3rd
Yea yea
at sundown
Tripping 3rd dimensional
But I've been on a come down
Hit it for the one night, off in the deep end
Catch me next season
Promise you won't reach me
(Damn)
I'm on the south side, you on the outside
Five minutes get to Popeyes
Trap house had a rottweiler
All this weed like a bonfire
I'mma 3rd strike
restraint
3rd dimensional visitors making up a self to contain
Taking on a form to sustain
I'm like Salvador Dali with all these rhymes I paint
Deep
incarcerated, institutionalized
That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin from
Remember me,
and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin' me
Oh one time they threw buck out the 3rd story window he landed on the ground *thud* that cat was stiiiill goin jack! haha We were all goin "GOO AHEEAD
a spiritual math
Add soul to the science and subtract the riff-raff
24-7-365
Cause 9 to 5 ain't live
We're in overdrive
Take the 1st power, elevate to the 3rd
address it I got to
This the 3rd project and so by now you gon feel this motherfucking effect
You know I been I been going through the shit and I had
to serve shake, now I serve steaks
Three squares on the road, call it 3rd Bass
Big ass face, chop you in your laugh face
Shoot his ass, aim defense is
Gucci Mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs
You the one who won the Spelling Bee
I'm the first 3rd grader with a felony
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