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in a nursery, when I spit you get 3rd degree
Hotter than a tea kettle, my rhymes are on a new level
My room is on the 4th level, my hotel it got four

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

And written with pen
Mightier than sword
Don't hang on every word
Appreciate what you've learned
In this world
Everything's earned
So many turns
3rd degree

just had crashed the v
Had to switch the bitch out cause she tried to step to me
Spitting fire, now you got that 3rd degree
I'm a doctor, dissect

Driving home is our therapy 
We have conversations going like the 3rd degree 
I'll keep your secrets Ellie
Promise you'll do the same for me

I'm

the guts out but to become a serial killer without a doubt all you need is about 

Chorus

3rd Verse
The third was a rabbi walking by I hit him with a blade

it hard to see
We all equal, some with needles
Some with 3rd degree
Time to be who we called to be
We is one
And one is we

Tell me who we running from

As I sit back and wonder, when this life gon take me under?
Tryna survive and get by
As I sit back and wonder, why it's always the good that has

at a 3rd degree? 
Or should I play the doctor here to fix you during surgery?
It's all likes that don't matter fine nigga Friday baby I'm so flattered

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

in 3rd degree
Like I wasn't dropping bangers
Just last week
How haven't you blown yet don't ask me
Kanye on my life of Pablo
They heard me talk they

many see
At the job or in the street
Burn flow like 3rd degree
I know they plotting and scheming
Cause they wanna murdah me

high on 3rd degree (Go Go)
Tell her lil baby don't burden me burden me
Still be rapping like you ain't even heard of me (Uh)
I told lil shortie to wrap

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

No 3rd degree
A bunch of Planktons tryna steal my secret recipe
'Cause I'm that DJ that throws a party on sesame street
Don't come to my turf, thinking

on the dresser (The dresser)
Tried to play me can’t finesse a finesser (Nope)
Burned my heart to the 3rd degree
Blinded by love baby can’t you see
I just can’t

wanna leave
I might get down on my hands and my knees
I have to plea
Not guilty in the 3rd
The 1st degree
In love with all yo' flaws and sins
Ik you want

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

be broke, can't compare to me
Know we spendin' block, burn shii 3rd degree

Oh, really, that nigga John couldn't even see me
Oh, really, that nigga

dancin'
Money on me, she keep telling me don't you leave
Ex want me, she keep burning up 3rd degree
Chain on me, got me feeling like Mr. Freeze
Watching me,

fam in your grave you gon rot
3rd grade lunchroom money stuffed in my socks
My teacher told me you get three hots and cot
Yea you only get three hots

It's a mutherfuckin Jag, exhaust pipe
If I had it my way, Im going all night
But these 3rd degree burns, they don't feel right
Car drives off but I hold

3rd degree with no sympathy murder was the case where I got no place to be
So i roll up like a young wiz had to follow the code up you know it's real
I

Woo
You are now rocking with the Motherfucking Don Dotta
Demon in the booth spit hot fire somebody call the doctor
3rd degree burn your ass need some