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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Starlito
Performer
Don Trip
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greedy Money
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Three
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah
You recording?
[Verse 2]
If they wasn't pressin' record, I'd probably be pressin' the tail button
Yeah, hustlin', I'm from where them young **** ain't scared of nothin'
Ten years ago, drinking Tussin
Noddin' off all in public
Drive-by's in broad daylight
It's ringing like a concussion
Thuggin', quick to tell her that I love her
Knowin' I just finished fucking
Dick smellin' like a rubber
Just like Mel and Danny Glover
Got caught with several lethal weapons
And you can check my deposition, listen
Look, them streets ain't for you
They against you, need convincing?
They got most of my friends behind them fences
I was in them trenches
That's why I don't give a fuck about no mentions
Or no likes, or no comments
I got extensions
I had lost everything beefin', it get expensive
Kept a unit and wouldn't care if you wound up in intensive
No evidence for forensics, just barely ducked the conviction
Shed a thug tear when they said that buddy was snitichin'
Yeah, it's still fuckin' with me
Ah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Still brothers)
[Verse 3]
Three
Yeah
And I will still fuck Stacey Dash
[Verse 4]
Where I'm from, we'd rather die than let you take the stash
That ain't just a sack, my whole future's in that paper bag
That's how I feed my baby's, while my baby momma's bitchin'
I'm too close to the edge, it's best you keep yo distance
My uncle fighting addiction
My people fighting convictions
But I gotta go get it
No matter the conditions
Shit be overflowing, I'm just tryna find the lid
Being careful with the fire, tryin not to burn the bridge
And I will still fuck Stacey Dash
Spend a day with her crazy ass
You know fine hos talk way too much
I just wanna fuck her, and make her gag
And watch re-runs on BET
And reminisce on what it used to be
Then it's round two, I'm tryna knock that out
I might knock her up, I'm on a shootin' spree
On my block, they out shootin' teams
For just tryna ball with they movin' screens
So used to puttin' up bricks, you'd think I'm playin' for the losin' team
I don't sleep much, but I used to drink
Then I woke up and started chasin' mine
Took a look at my G-Shock and said don't rush it
Take your time without wasting time
Godspeed
[Verse 5]
Yeah, it's time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 6]
Ay, Chris, wanna keep it goin'?
Fuck it
[Verse 7]
City to city, me Trip and my gun
Trippin' if **** try somethin'
Picture me in the kitchen
Yeah, pitchin', I need a Cy Young
Goin' digital, plenty **** still hit me up tryna buy somethin'
For my funds, shit, had to grind hard where I'm from
[Verse 8]
Yeah, 'cause he who doesn't hustle
Ain't entitled to a pie crumb
My **** beat a murder trial, to us that's called triumph
Live it to the limit, I'm just saying
You only die once
Pourin' out champagne for all the good **** that died young
[Verse 9]
And countin' down for Dotty
Been locked up for fifty-five months
Break down a half a zip and try to stuff the shit in five blunts
Riding lower, I don't know how I function, high as fuck
You can see the pain all in my eyes, 'cause I don't cry much
[Verse 10]
Well, you missin' more screws than me, if you decide to try us
'Cause you'd have better luck winnin' a gun battle with a high point
Fuck around, made the news
Look in the camera, I'm like
Hi Mom, your son's been making pipe bombs
And my favorite rapper is Dylan
And, and they think Star's the high one
[Verse 11]
Yeah
Step Brothers
I think this makes
Three
Written by: Christopher Wallace, Jermaine Eric Shute, La'troy Deondrake Garrett