Mark Battles - Threes lyrics

Ohhh you do this for fun bro 25 on a stab just to unload 25, city tour, keep the blunts rolled 20 hoes breaking code just for front row And I don't even smoke though Apple Doug had the pounds by the boatload OG Jelly had the city in a chokehold You weak n***as put a n***a up in go-mode Stick me on the big screen Get cream every time I hit a 16 Fit, mean, ripped jeans, and the kicks clean Lil n***a from the 'Nap doing big things Cause anything can happen Fame, money, fashion, how I make it as a rapper? Tried to hold me down, had to break up out the shackles I ain't on the album, do it really even matter? But it's your time right? Bout to lose it like a virgin chick on prom night Go hard, got bars, like I crime fight And don't tell me how to live, this is my life I'ma do what I please Your career manufactured like fruit with no seeds (eugh) Cut the roof off the coupe, feel the breeze Ballin doin' threes like a n***a in the league Take a few of these, it'll catch you up to speed F.A. is a team, yo we got what you need Once you a Vasi n***a, Ima be honest with ya That's not what you need Clock won't stop, turn the prophet degree My girl keep crying, got snot in her weave Hop up and leave, can't stop the proceeds Drop the degrees then pocket the cheese How you gone stop a machine? Party with my team, cause it started as a dream No Martin Luther King, this is hardly what it seem (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup...) n***a Threes