Mike Jerz - 3hree Kings lyrics

[Verse 1: AK] I got 7 mac 11's, it's a 147 on any peasant With a stone cold vengance will get ya brethren This the daily routine chase dreams and scoop cream But of course this broke n***as wanna get in between So i keep my eye wide on the New York crime side It's 33 reasons why i'm just too fly My aura stay beaming indigo blue feeding off ya soul Fool beating off the pro tools ahh Do what i gotta till my crew hold a lotta ones Momma see what i become shining on the world her son Told me i would be the one way before neyo You n***as ain't believe though now i'm bombing like my weed smoke b**h! [Verse 2: Issa Gold] Smoking on this loosie still elegant like a 2 piece Mister writing on my iPhone i stuffed my pockets with lose leafs Like loose leaves fall in autumn i turn the clock never stalled em Spit fire like we some sawyers they look they never saw us I'm painting let me do my thang yo type always bend a name or 2 that i'm 7 chains Bumping they music will leave stupid like h**n rather medicine That's to eat that proper sediment for better man Like a black hearse we lead and we stay ahead of them Edison the way the light bulbs on my head they shimmering If yo sh** ain't lit you ain't using yo head severit Shoutout for the battle but none of these n***as helmets fit ughh! You unprepared homie you need my messages My flow like walking on stilts giving n***as that leverage dropping gems and sh** Filled up inside of my penmanship peep the redder it We make new rules like we presidents I'm tryna win but in the process of a better man Who you better than? never me n***a i got synonym Stay anonymous only few n***as conspire with Spitting higher sh** that boom bap lyrical scientist People trying it tell em conquer their whole environment Yo tv lying man flip egg brain and they frying it Devine, illuminated fire spinning 3 eyes Creating my reality since a n***a was knee high [Verse 3: Freeway] See i, come through and always handle my B.I Rock split life after d**h shouts to B.I G.I Puppies up in heavens with the angels Leave them n***as on ankles sting them n***as like a bee hive We are street kings similar to T.I We are 3 kings gifted on the M.I C.I see why n***as hate cuz we up Mad as sh** cuz they down I would hate to be y'all My gun would make you revolve I got 8, 38's increase the murder rates I send n***as to pearly gates I Know magic my gun would make you levitate Hit you with the shotty catch a body then we celebrate