KING MAGLO, Jaleel Thomas - 3000 lyrics

(Skit: Partlow) go by them slow

Yeah ay
Yeah big JT shit uh
Ay kofi Kay on this, are you mad?

I hit the stu and I’m tapped in
I told these niggas I’m ready to buss
Cause I come from a city
Where niggas is grindin' like 24 7
That shit ain’t enough so we put it to God
To put up more days on the calendar
We tryna run up the bucks
And if there’s no money that
Float in the system
I promise that these little niggas get robbed
We 'bout that life yeah we got knives
Call up my nigga he ready to swipe
Promise they loyal I’ll diе for my guys
If bitch is a mute then she is my typе
Nigga say he got a problem with me
I say what up man? I want all the smoke
We can bring pistols and hammers
And goons to the party
Man I could pop out with the bros
Like bro we can fix it
I know ya girl wanna kick it
He say he fucking with me then it’s fiction
Tell me why your niggas bitching
Thought they was shooters so
Why is they missing
Me and my snipers don’t miss shit
Roll with my bitch and she caddy my big stick
My shawty badder than vixens
My lil shawty came through with the big drip
I fell in love with a lit bitch
No slick shit this the business
I roll with twin and we keep it together
We moving ounces no matter the weather
I came up from the trenches it was dark days
It was real shit stuck with my talents
And gave it my all
Clutching and shooting whoever involved

On the kill man

David Boyd with the smoke
Van Beethoven in his notes
Ain't nobody comin' close to
M-A-G-L-O and Jab Dogg on a
Track just doing the most
Was on a break gettin' past being broke
This rap shit just an add-on and still
A nigga ain't got no equal
My inception got no sequel
Welcome into the mind of a CEO
Don Vito with the offers
Soon Midichi arts in my office
My repertoire? isn't for novices
Wanna see my niggas flourishing'
Yo Rahman do you copy this?
Damn I'm lovin' this
Been a while, alhamdulillah I'm still here
Sturdily gassed up, had to man up
Face my fears and one day
You gon' understand us
That we was tryna fill momma's purse
Wasn't raised on the streets yet
I been through worse
Real niggas feel me through the verse
I feel you too you got my respect
Turn the Franklins up men nothin' less
Do right man till nothin' left
Young rich nigga looking all nice
Fresh to death peace to Joel damn I miss you
Dude wish you was here
Pass it to the Dogg I ain't tryna snoop
Free the youth stay woke
Pray you don’t go out like
G money on the roof

This ain’t the internet
Double it, flippin' it gimme the re-up
I triple it, triple it shorty like shooters
I’m hitting it, hittin' it back in the alley
We dicing and killin' shit
Bought the D’ussè and we sippin' it
Grindin' till I put a mill in it
Chillin' and doing shit you can
Only be dreamin' it my tape is imminent
My tape is imminent