J.A.B. - Tres.Pa**ing lyrics

[Intro Sample: Chris Rock] Man it is hot today Woo it is hot out here man It is hot today You know it is hot out Yeah I just said that, I said it is hot out here man Yeah you know it's hot to Yeah that´s why I said it man it is hot out here I know I'm just saying it's hot to [Dirty Sanchez] Man, I haven't been in the studio mad long, this is 47 sh** [Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez] Young boy but I'm a little mature in the literature Trying to read my mind next, my eyes been red All the lows and highs, more blunts can't heal it Another dropped trash, not a litterbug cause I lit up one like a firefly Gold spirit flyer word to God when I speak to myself I feel inspired, these are diary words If you see what I seen you would cry every night It's cause of the pot that I fry every verse, reverse psychology Got my enemies proud of me - f** Twitter We can end our wars right now if you follow me Hope when they say my name it tastes bitter They freed all of the slaves - now free all of my n***as How could you have made it if your minds still made up of lies, Government ties, you're not a winner I'm the [?], I'm lifted, I'm blasted Spit crack like chapped lips and teeth chipping green Stinking up the plastic, pimping Know what that means still serving them fiends My entire empire [?] Stashing the green like a [?] Been higher than my self-esteem since fifteen Never been on a team No eye in the finish line, I've been eyeing, are you finished lying, God was made in my image It's Dirty [Verse 2: YL] Yo, who's the kid with the platinum voice I keep the maximum poise, mad noise I step inside of the venue, who sent you? Faces be unfamiliar, slap you and whoever stealing my limelight Rhyme tight, hold mics like, "f** out my face", you ain't nice Got chased by the po-lice twice Woke up in [?], Shoot no matter who guarding San got to the bucket like James Harden Look at them, look at them Yo they starving, involved in sh** that involve them, Camouflaged In my, did you stance your an*loging Memories that are crazy, b**h still haunt me Move calmly, rockets up in this tommy Tommy Hilfiger, ill n***as be all around Y to the L, it smells like p**y Pasta with the shells, you fail to overlook me [Verse 3: Jab] Imagine me, a mere mortal opening up them portals Overdosing on myself and burning like I'm coiled I'm walking through the fire, and I'm telling it too See it in my eyes, Motherf**er - I do Holy Matrimony with crazy s** and money My b**h tried to leave me, told her "Uh-uh, Honey! You always gon' love me, that's end of story" Blades of glory night, till they cut them a slice It all gets blurry, you're back on thin ice Falling through the cracks though it all seems nice to leave this life, n***a push harder It's only third quarter, we the new sponsor k**ing everything with the odds against us We gon' do it better, I feel no pressure I don't need no lecture, young go-getter Soon trendsetter, make your b**h wetter [Outro: Jab & Dirty Sanchez] And I don't need no b**h to help me build this sh**, cause I been on my sh**, 47 for a life I don't need no b**h to help me build this sh**, cause I been on my sh**, 47 for a life (Till I die, till I die, I'mma talk my sh**) 47 sh** 47 sh** till I die (Jab! Roka! We the chosen few, 2-0-1-4, [?], Keeps it raw like no condoms, No trojans, Aiming for the sun and the moon, ain't too soon) Don't put this sh** out there without my consent...