3rd Eye - Independent Living lyrics

[Hook, x2] We doin' good; got our own record label (record label) n***a's wanna join, but they can't bring nothin' to the table (to the table) VMG, we independent, n***a (we independent) Did the sh** on our own, so we don't gotta depend on n***as (turn up, turn up, turn up) [Verse 1: Tee'Jay Martin] My n***a, we started this; me, Mac, and Dizzy Dame From a desktop mic with sh**ty quality, we came a long way Dame learned how to mix; even got us a little fan-base I got better with my spittin' I should be in Guiness with all these records that I break I'm doin me, man, supportin my n***a's Chasin' the dream by all means; my motto for my team is "Music Over b**hes" Independent livin'; n***a's wanna join our sh** Don't take any offense if we don't let you in It's not that personal, it's strictly business Yeah, small record label, but we out here makin' these big moves From not even knowin' how to use Pro Tools To bein' pressed with radio interviews Even expanded the crew; two new editions T_Beezy, Lance Ruel, man these n***a's on the come-up And they 'bout to make a k**in' So what we look like needing y'all? My n***a, we can do this sh** on our own And now these b**hes all on my balls I tell em "get the f**, and keep movin' along" You wasn't f**in with me 'till I started droppin bombs Then we came off the hook like cordless phones Me and Dame been at it for so long, this sh** finally startin' to pay off, uh! [Hook, x2] [Verse 2: T_Beezy] Uh, turn up, no turnin' down We takin flight, we don't see the ground Switch it up; VMG, we wreck sh**; leave you debris Murder n***a's in the first degree (Pop, Pop!), then leave the scene; you f**in' with the murder team Independent livin'; f** who ain't with it I'm swaggin' out with my n***a's; you wanna be in the picture But we over here eatin'; young n***a's on the rise like elevators At the top, lookin down; smile away to all the haters sh**tin' on n***a's; where the toilet paper? Turnt up, y'all need jumper cables Kush got my eyes like the Terminator; we blowin up; where the detonator? T_Beezy, B_Ripper; throw it up, I'm Blake Griffin Chop' in line; I don't need clippers; goin' in like granny dentures Codeine my medication; n***a's can't reach my elevation Dream Team, VMG, affiliated in a**ociation Black flag, my n***a's riders; bottom boy, so I'm a grinder These my lil' n***a's; you f** with em, you get rolled on like Pirelli tires, b**h! [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Dizzy Dame] Every body wanna dick-ride when a nobody turns famous They wanna start to hang, but that's a damn mistake 'Cause he rejects them all, and gets hated Now you know how the f** I feel; don't be mad, I'm just keepin' it real Nothing to conceal; I never hide the deal I just speak my mind, in time wounds'll heal Don't ask if you can rock with me, 'cause the answers no, not a possibly Where the f** were you before I started copping beats? VMG is all I need; all the rest can flea So how you like me now? You don't like the sound? I don't give a f** I'm sorry that we're different; did I mention that we're versatile? You don't know the word? f**ing look it up I ain't slowin' down for the retards Sorry if I'm a little bit too smart For y'all to keep up; you can't defeat us We are the beast, you're the feast when we eat lunch Mr. "I got bars", Mr. "I don't give a f** about what y'all talk" My flow's so ridiculous that my dick got lost So I became a damn prick to replace where my dick was f** stars; yeah, I'm headed for a universe; I can do a song with a uni-verse It's me versus whoever's feeling the courage To get discouraged by Dizzy, and get embarra**ed the worsest Ha, I be's the best n***a's thinkin' I'm so good that I'm a teacher's pet If you cannot follow through, then you should read the text I guarantee you motherf**ers won't receive respect, VMG! [Hook, x2]