FeltzPreviews - 3rd Quarter lyrics

And i tell them that its the streets that raised me So please understand that growing up was a little bit crazy Kept getting hazy instead of learning in school I was with the fools always fightin' while listening to A Zee Its me who made me love listening to O'Jays That old school music with a Zoot and some OJ I'm focused on my future i ain't worried bout them old plays I'll be balling like ive got air when ive got on my Jays f** these old problems they was so yesterday I can't see the haters cos ive got on my Oakleys Before i hit that p**y we be doing foreplay Tryna move these pac's till my stacks are Biggie And know my style is tru like GK Your mad cos your b**h got my shut on replay But little did you know my dicks in her mouth when we play Your girls a thot i know you didn't anticipate On the block getting chops like im Rozay Feel like an outcast like my name is Andre I'm high out my head i think that i am MJ When i get to writing i leave my pen in a state I make sure you hear every word that I say I do it my way when i k** these Beats Cos i dont play But just know one day it will be beautiful I might make music like im the Pharcyde And blare my music why I'm on a car ride Like u dont want this to be over Sat down reminisced why listening to Stankonia Pictured having s** on that girls waterbed Thats lived on the edge of Portishead The rap Marauders Better lock away your daughter Watch this b**h freak out while I'm smoking on the skunk Take her to the backroom and tell her get out them C cups Then she see's my dick and wants to f** But i ain't thinking of us marryin' Flows cold like them winters Been weeks on ends ill be grinding for a dinner Tired of the rumbling that my stomach makes So ive gotta go a d grind for everything So getting rid of bricks like Tetris This new K can give you a haircut b**h dont make us get the drums out Wishing that the bullets dont come out Its F-E L T-Z Tryna get B.I.G. and i dont mean grow up Tryna dodge a witness i. the whip while listening to Hova One day ill find a way to make beautiful music The sort that got me to f** your sis Plus your chicks up on my dick i know this Tryna find a loyal chick to shotgun this two-door whip Tryna find a loyal chick thats the Sweetest Thing Tryna find an angel with the prettiest wings But when its drama she can play Dirty Got myself a ride or die Birdie Hi there got a idea beat it repeat it Cos girl you've got one thing that ive needed I'm sorry i was addicted at a young age Now she keeps asking for the subway Dont come round here acting confused On the strip turning bricks into Cube's Cos they love my packs dearly I dont need to paint a picture i explain it clearly Keep going up every second i dont need a lift Maybe one day i can make Beautiful Music