The Underachievers, Freeway - 3hree Kings lyrics

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 niggas
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 niggas ain't believe though now i'm
Bombing like my weed smoke bitch!

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 heroin rather medicine
That sticky 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 shit ain't lit you ain't
Using yo head sever it
Shoutout for the battle but none of
These niggas helmets fit ughh!
You unprepared homie you need my messages
My flow like walking on stilts giving niggas
That leverage dropping gems and shit
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
Nigga i got synonym
Stay anonymous only few niggas conspire with
Spitting higher shit 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
Nigga was knee high

See i, come through and always handle my BI
Rock split life after death shouts to BI
GI Puppies up in heavens with the angels
Leave them niggas on ankles sting them
Niggas like a bee hive
We are street kings similar to TI
We are 3 kings gifted on the MI
CI see why niggas hate cuz we up
Mad as shit 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 niggas to pearly gates
I Know magic my gun would make you levitate
Hit you with the shotty catch
A body then we celebrate