Carmine - Track 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: Carmine] I'm the 3rd Carmine, I mean literally My grand father, then father, then followed by little me Born on the 3rd day of the 3rd full week of December '88 The same year that Nike put them 3's out And I'm in 23's 3's They mad like Scottie pippin in his 33 I'm just flatter by the competition, on my 3rd release February 3rd I hope you listened Put a good word for me in If you hear someone that's saying different Try'na get my neck cubed like the 3rd degree Mercedes AMG, those are 3 letters that'll work for me They wanna murder me like Jesus Christ when he was 33 They're throwing stones, I pitched some rocks, I plead the 5th So please don't please don't put this down on the record My mom will miss her son I got 3 sisters and I'm 3 years older than the middle one Got little funds and they running out but I keep jogging Billionaire's got 3 commas, I'm having BBC tee problems [Verse 2: Carmine] 3 T's in my last name d**h comes in three Just look at your f**ing phone it says "DEF" on the number key 33 is my waist, these tailored dungarees Soon as I get my hands on it, 3 hands on the Rolex 3 I's in millionaire and I'm try'na be the fourth 333 horses on that Cayenne Porsche Here's to wishing, f** that sh** and don't need 3 of those I'm bout to drape myself gold like C3PO With all these 3's it's starting to seem like Ray Allen in the league I'll take the lead 'cause 3rd only gets you bronze like baby sneaks I'm from the east, where they hold up 3 fingers when they cheese T3i's are shooting like Glock 33's To power these dreams you can't squeeze it into a 3 prong outlet Louie belts, Orion's belt, that's a 3 star outfit Take out the 3 E's in emcee and you won't change sh** And SV ain't want me to have this beat now ain't he a b**h