J. Walker - 33 lyrics

(Verse 1) Came back wit the Hindu weed Matching the industry I just want no penalty I'm Blessing all my enemies I look in the Middle East They got the same skin as me White skin wana blow you up White skin wana shoot me up I didn't wana start a war Way back back in 2001 I don't even got no money Boy I cannot afford no bombs They that slick that ran Iran They that slick that blamed Osama Say that wicked all they showed But let me tell you what I know (Chorus) Save that lip & starve the cold They that sick & can't evolve From that hate that fill they heart Better hope don't fill yoursoul With that knowledge in that Apple I've Bitten now into the apple 3 i's & 5 percent We the Gods & nothing under Beat the odds & now we went In & out into the ha**le 33Degrees of knowledge (Verse 2) Well i'll gladly hop in the Driver seat Drive them curves Just to grab my keys While she work.... I'ma be On a swerve I'll switch at least I got cream 4 the girl she want waste She don't think she got insecure ways She a trip I don't get in her way When it's to come relations i don't partake in None of those percs Benefit later Love only hurts Poppin these perks Just so it numb me Dumped by the dirt.. Slumped out the church Drinking that bourbon Smoking that turf Trying to search 4 a connection That'll never be measured I only tell them There now to dead it We build that pleasure Securing this treasure (Intro / Your Song) I be the King of the 4 The lead of the sport The decor you want I need my a blunt And some Henny to stunt Because that's what I want So if you f**ing with a real n***a Please do me one favor just Play your song Your Song (RepeatX3) (Verse 3) The perfect word Gave them this Spit the perfect verse Ask why like Jadakiss I was made for this Ran thru I'm on major sh** Stop playing with The lil n***a... The man creature The damn diesel The Arms Acres The days in Mayfield Round table Playing spades Sound stable But damn haters Escalate us Make us hate us Thinking Crazy Making payments To change my change Just to change they brains Make em think the same n***a brand demand A lil something different Consisting But it's always hard when You on tripping ... Dumb b**h, you better Come wit it (Outro) 5 Percent 5 Percent That is all I give my woman Paint the picture any clearer 95 short of a hundred I'ma give her 5Percent Like I'm mf m**m This your favorite song & you dance to The rhythm Let go of me please I've been shackled by the song Been imprisoned by the beat So I had to sing along Put a feeling into melody I thought why this occur While feeling every single second From the sound of that one word LOVE