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need to have it
Fresh breath of air to his matics
Tell um they don't want the static, march past
I ain't been lacking, 3rd dimension, thoughts take

need to have it
Fresh breath of air to his matics
Tell um they don't want the static, march past
I ain't been lacking, 3rd dimension, thoughts take

like surgery
I’m really hot like 3rd degree fuck niggas that ain’t heard of me
Charging for the features now you whack you get a double fee
Penthouse

at sea yeaah
I keep the ice on me
cause Bailey's love will leave with some burns
they 3rd degree yeaah
That's my enemy
The tables turned cause that used

We gone catch us a 1st degree
Everything that I touch nigga
Hmph, I give it 3rd degree
I been poppin since 5th grade
How tf u ain heard of me
These

n**** ain no fuckin plug 
He sent you up the street 

Glock switches we tote federal heats 
They burn to 3rd degree 
Got bitches I fuck on the campus

Or I promise ain't much you can do for me
Now imagine you breaking news to me
We so broken man that ain't news to me
Under fire and it burn 3rd degree

that beat 
Then I billed that bat and I burnt that tree 
With a 3rd degree 
Ye the words come clean

at the parties and talked ish and
Was hawkish with
Was dudes from Sherman park to 3rd street
Especially around 24th and capitol, near Rufus King
I was literally

And now we in the bed wit our clothes off she got it all for me
Now we hot like the 3rd degree

Said she wanna take all of me
I can't let her take hold

to the 3rd degree 
Murder to the 4th degree 
(Go)
Locked me up inside a cell Orange don't look good to me I say I'm happy physically 
But I'm way to dead

with me
How can you not love khris 
Until u bring that 3rd degree
Damn you on third degree
Book smart and you in these streets
How can they not respect

wait to get back to you Oh......I'm Thinking Bout U

(Verse 2)
No Question why I Love you Hon-Hon,
Your Stacked like the chick from 3rd Rock From

get burned to the 3rd degree
Cuz I ain't no bitch ain't no fucking me
I promise you shit can get ugly
She a thot I can't give her no wedding ring
I need

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

as fucking mercury
Flying over 3rd degree uh
Aint no black belt this more a burgundy
Like the blood on leaves or the trees when I murder the
Pencil bleed
Write

Anxiety feels like acid leaving 3rd degree Burns
I'm rotting inside and out
My decisions only leave me filled with doubt
I feel like I'll throw up paralyzed

boot he a spare tyre 
3rd degree I'm inda kitchen I dont mind the fire 
Get a box like a funeral just to dress flyer
Remember stuck on curb kicking ball

I’m monstrous
It’s preposterous
For any of you to fuck with me
A master’s in how to kill with hot bars
Yeah I got my 3rd degree
I already know you can’t

really unknown so watch yo tone when you speak to me
Cause if you stepping fire you get burnt like it's 3rd degree
No bluffing in my rap, everything I say

that 3rd degree, it's absurd to me
They try to make fun of just what I prefer to be
This ain’t thug life but the Pac in me
No drugs, no love, no stopping

after me (what up)
You not cut from the cloth with me and my niggas cause all of my niggas we cut up
This choppa gone give a nigga 3rd degree
Just like

Anthony
Music magically turns into alchemy
You see
I just love to murder the beat
3rd degree
But first I gotta cook the heat
Mexican meat
Call it

fly by ya
Call it what you want
But the Lac stay way liver
Boppers all on my dick, with the trunk up
Beating up the Boulevard
With the beat pumped up