[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