[Intro: 3C's]
It's that nigga 3C's, you heard?
What's good IyeGSmooth?
Let's get it
Yeah
[Verse 1: 3C's]
Fuck a pen and notepad, my intellect was all I had
When i'm spitting this sick shit that got all of you nigga's mad
For seven years straight, momma played the role of a dad
And now i'm living good all of the foes are wishing me bad
But the grind still continues you tell me who's really sad
Watch me perform at clubs, shows and get placed in newspaper ads
She claims she's a dime, but to me there's five more to add
Exasperated by things of life like a female sucking her pad
They say death comes in three's like the k's under the sheets
Known as cool, calm and collective those three's make me complete
I'm a born warrior, you'll never hear of my defeat
I aim to resurrect the game, paid the price i'll show receipt
On my grind to be elite, it seems so hard to be discreet
Not a goon but know the streets, death announced in daily tweet's
I was born to be good in the game, that's why I spit these flames
Shit happens everyday, but I got no stains
[Verse 2: Iyegeesz]
Fuck facebook, ak to Zucherberg, how his face look?
Oh, you shook right ? well, you should be
God squad up in this bitch gxd, you feel me?
Full of corruption, bet your pastor be humping
That's why it's fuck religion, I love putting my dick in
All different type of women, this purple shit I be sipping
Got me walking with a limp and they say I belong in prison
I tell them fuck the law, get high to another level
Got em looking like yo another fucking rebel
The bible say that God working with the devil
I'm a god, i'm a sell my soul for a gold bezel, right?
Nah, I ain't got no soul to give
Feel like i'm already dead because of the life I live
And I swear, I don't even think my nigga's having kids
Cause these bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
[Verse 3: 3C's]
The road to life got tolls, I paid the price to keep my soul
I get my cash and go, I stack it up, you know
And then I call them hoes, and fuck them as a whole
Money talks bullshit walks, I make them suck that pole
Racks on racks on racks, pack those stacks in sacks
I mack so I don't lack, not going back, nigga that’s a fact
You can’t stand a chance with me, I smack that p like i’m Jet Li
I drink it up like cold ice tea, high standards let me fuck them free
I see bad bitches and I holla, they demand for a condom and a dollar
Bad business with a Rottweiler, we all hunting for survival
I’m the king and I love my title, love God and I read my bible
My parents are my idols, life can not be recycled
I always spit the truth, so you can sow and reap good fruits
Shit happens for a reason, drop hits like every season
I'm blessed even when I'm not sneezing, in the back but he’s always leading
Bullet in the chest, he's not bleeding, haters walk up and start pleading
I’m fly, i'm blessed, so dope, i’m fresh, eating the beat, nothing less
What’s on my mind? having sex, swag mode on, s on my chest
Fit for business, stacks on my desk, life goes on, on to the next
On my way to success, forgetting the stress
Nigga, i’m on one, i’m the truth son
When I speak, that money will come, and I spend it having real fun
Played all games and I still won, (road to success and I will run 3x)
[Verse 4: Iyegeesz]
Sipping wine on my spare time, I guess the world is better off blind
Lyrics like the nine, let it blow your mind
Bottom line, they don't wanna see a nigga shine
They say I belong up on that corner, pitching nicks and dimes
So they can have me confined, but they don't know that I rhyme
Cause i'm tryna put my mom, in luxury salons
Out the ghetto, as of now every bitch I fuck is yellow
But she show me her kitty, and my dick gon say hello
Got a bad bitch on my arm, other one is a charm
I ain't even blow up yet but they saying Iye is the bomb
Nickname should be Vietnam, cause i'm bombing every track
Put this niceness in yo ear, let me clean out all the wax
Tryna become Mike Jackson to rap, y'all played the back like Tito
Nigga's better lay low, got the crazy steelo
Off the head I go, I fucked up but i'm bout to pick it up
And you know wassup, when my team come through
Bang, bang, best believe we gon peek at you
No pokemon nigga it's over, it's over
GXD doing our thing, I told ya, I told ya
[Outro: Iyegeesz]
My nigga 3C's
IYEG, God squad
Shout out to Stateland
Yo my g, what's good?
Yeah
Staten, we here
