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THREETHIRTYTWO — SMACK DVD ERA
Artist: → THREETHIRTYTWO
THREETHIRTYTWO — SMACK DVD ERA — lyrics
{intro: serious jones}
What you think i wasn’t gon find out?
That’s why we can’t buy none of this gunplay that you tryna shout
You left the violence out your life, played sports, and went the college route
So where you get all these bricks, and whips, and clips that you rhyme about
Come on dawg, cut it out with all these fictional tales, about digital scales
{?}
He be lyin’, because he don’t know how to be himself when he raps
{verse 1: maysee}
Fuck your feelings nigga i could never fucking change
Keep on rapping you could never touch my fuckin name
I hear when i’m speaking, i don’t need you to tеll me how i’ve been feeling
I been peeling my skin open till i see diamonds
I been trying to pull mysеlf together but i can’t
I keep buying expensive shit i need pay
I need pay, i need pay, i need pay
I need pay, i need pay, i need pay
{chorus: maysee & tr3s}
Stupid fucking burnout
Should’ve never turned out
God looking down on me, so i don’t gotta pray now
Dumb fucking dropout
Same nigga you bump now
Money to my name, so i don’t care how much it cost now
{hook: maysee & tr3s}
Pray now
Dumb fuckin’ dropouts
Same nigga you bump now
Money to my name so i don’t care how much it cost now
{verse 2: tr3s}
This the flunky anthem
They act like life is a test, they’ll never find the answers
That’s why i’m wearing a vest
They assassinate my character
But i ain’t going out like that
Remind me of days when we was black in the back of them public buses and shit
They handcuff us just for bringing the ruckus
Or when they, they beat us up even when we haven’t done nothing
But listen, if you ain’t liking your life then you gotta fast forward
If you ain’t chasing your dreams, then go get a passport
In the middle of that motherfucking texas heat
Sun beaming coming through my blinds
I’m feeling like i drank a whole bottle of that motherfucking texas pete
Got a bad bitch sitting right next to me
Life starting to feel like a fantasy
Finally and honestly, i’m feeling like i’m getting to a fucking higher living but
Music ain’t bring in no money that’s why mama tripping (woo woo)
And the reason i push these tracks off on whoever listen
And niggas starting to treat em like he the phantom menace
They like em, even respect em but they’ll never get em
Get em, get em, mama said i gotta get em
They ain’t with it like i’m with it
When i come through niggas get suspicious
But i get it, i get it, niggas wanna be up all in our business
Niggas wanna be us cause they ain’t winning
{verse 3: 30chomr}
Southside i ain’t ever wanna lie boy
And i told mama we ain’t ever gonna die boy
And when they see me with them blickeys they surprised boy
And when they see me with them blickeys gonna die boy
I’m telling osheo his dreams is worth to die for
Cause it ain’t living if you ain’t living your life boy
She said she lost another grand, jesus christ girl (oh my god!)
Ain’t no fuck boy, yous a fuck toy
Run up in my lane you gon get a punch boy
Nuff boy, nuff said, only mission getting bread
Running fast getting head
Nuff said, nuff said, what’d he say?
Nuff said, only mission getting bread
Nuff said, nuff said, what’d he say?
{serious jones}
Your 3 minutes is up
{verse 4: hondo blue}
Yall ain’t seen hunger like this since early smack dvd
Your album’s got more skips than the screw tracks we have on repeat
Nine out of ten dentists recommend that you holler at me
Cause i got a right hook that’ll clean the plaque off your teeth
My mama asked me when i grow up what i wanna do
I put the matches down and said i wanna be the drunk uncle at the barbeque
We don’t run from the cops homie was make the cops run, and with this real pistol i’m even more dangerous than alec baldwin with a prop one
Texas summers on velour, like voltron when we form
Yall casualties of war, plus our dads can probably beat up yours
One punch and it rung his bell like «knock, knock» now no one’s home
Hard to move in silence when you talking on that money phone
I’m blitzkrieged on a fifth of whiskey doing sixty behind the wheel
Public enemy to the fifth degree, at least you know i keep it real
{?} monster, i’ll bring the drama, i’ll punch out a gangsta grillz
I’ll chew up your favorite rapper and spit out his 360 deal
{bridge: 30chomr}
Ask me what i’m doing bitch i don’t know (don’t know)
Ask me what i’m doing bitch i don’t know (don’t know)
Ask me what i’m doing bitch i don’t know (don’t know)
Ask me what i’m doing bitch i don’t know
{chorus: maysee}
Stupid fuckin’ burnout should’ve never turned out
God looking down on me so i don’t gotta pray now
Dumb fucking drop out, same nigga you bump now
Money to my name so i don’t care how much it cost now
{verse 5: ennce}
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