Quincy Vidal - Third Rail lyrics

[Verse 1: CE] I'm tryna be the n***a with the money I'm tryna be the n***a with the slick whip A big dick, and food up in my tummy I'm tryna be the n***a's n***a A mixture Between my tunnel vision of a dream and the bigger picture I'm tryna be hip, I'm tryna be pop I'm tryna be ripped, I'm tryna be hot I'm tryna be me, but only just a little Don't ever show too much of yourself, the people fickle I'm tryna have a radio hit A video with, hella weed in it So they see CE ain't afraid of no spliff I'm tryna be black as Kendrick, looking like Wiz Khalifa Hair like a Puerto Rican, speakin' like a school teacher Black enough to get shot down in the streets Light enough to feel guilty not getting stopped by police Code switching on a b**h and feeling stupid when I do it Confused because there's more than one slanguage in which I'm fluent… I'm tryna be white enough for these hipsters… But black enough for them to know I'll f**ing k** them if they call me n***a sh** ain't changed I'm the same f**er Tryna be Brooklyn, and still remain Free from these s**as, s**a (You stupid muhf**as...) [Verse 2: Le'Asha Julius] I'm tryna be the n***a with the flyest homies And any c*nt that cross me I will tell them b**hes blow me Creepin' in the night, fleekin' on the mic I swore to the highest I wasn't gon' speak 'til time was right But time is up, it's past due It's time to disrespect you Dog you a stray turning p**y Oops I blast you I'm past you Higher I'm incredible That sh** you spit dog to me that sh** is edible I eat you up and like your sk**s that sh** is dreadable It's flammable I light it up Engulfed in embara**ment Your skin ain't tough enough I've had enough Now watch me I'ma Deebo And I will repo all your stuff I rock, ruff n' stuff with my dreadloc puff Rock the cuff on my loc Watch your mouth it ain't a bluff I strike your babyface one time and leave a scuff Scoffin' n***as really dreamin' they lost it Stop it If you think you gonna make a prophet I promise that I will k** it when I spit it That's my job here Look at me, I done did it [CE: She done did it, n***a!] I done sh**ted [CE: She done sh**ted, n***a! Get some diapers, blood!] [Verse 3: CE & Le'Asha Julius] [LJ] Blah da dee da da dah Yabba dabba doo [CE & LJ] Put your hands to the sky They put a bullet in you! [CE] Look, f** a pig and what he say f** a pig and what she say We f**in' whoever up when the DJ let that beat play [LJ] Feelin' like fools It's the red white and blue [CE] Yea we labor for change Still ain't no change in the news What you gonna do when they come for you? [LJ] Like a thief in the night come to brainwash you [CE] Jimmy Kimmel might could show you what a brainwash do [LJ] Donald Trump might could front the government a mil or two [CE] Rich men take the fish So the poor stay poor, uh [LJ] But n***as ain't home Po-po at the door [CE] .44 to they skull Hand cannon 'bout to blow But that kickback a b**h So my grip tighten mo' [LJ] This sick typa flow Keep a b**h bitin' though So im Rick Grimin' hoes [CE] Third Rail n***a whoaaaa [LJ] Whoaaaaaaaa [CE & LJ] Don't touch it ‘less you wanna get fried in the gutta [CE] Then click clack a Snapchat of your body sent to your mother [LJ] Nobody can save you when you dead from the zap That's why them muhf**as tell you mind the gap!