Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat
Number three, you never even flow with the beat
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
I wanna get back in the ninety-three and see
As three years ago when i started chasing the flame,
Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy
The three six are the reason i got into writing
The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding
You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,
Then i wait for them days to turn good again
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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