Gucci Mane - 3 Extra lyrics

Textin, smokin' and flexin' at the same time Pick ya weapon, n***a AR-15, Mac-11, n***a [Verse 1] I if you a Blood got beef with Guwop I don't wanna B ya If you a Crip got problems with me I wouldn't wanna C ya LC's all over me, no Vice Lord tho I Louis V up Big up to Jeezy but the 12 disciples they betrayed Jesus RIP to MLK he was a born leader Malcolm X man dat there, them my damn people Its a revolution second graders smokin' reefer And k**in' people, god deliver me from evil My momma told me in the county jail in visitation That shes not sad I took her ? shes happy that I made it I buried the trash they threw at me and know its my buried treasure And every hurdle in life I leap, it make me more successful [Hook] Life so stressful, n***as they gone test ya So Icey and you can't make a diamond without pressure Just to wake up and breath, man I'm blessedful I used to pay my momma rent with the extras Dope man, b**h want a bag I got extras Don't measure lean pour up and don't measure Dope man burry a mill, its buried treasure Extra extra read about it, b**h I'm in the paper [Verse 2] Finessed the college out a loan, dropped out the first semester