3 in the Mourning Lyrics

Roll up a spliff of life in bong

High with a sober mind on this red eye

Different level of flight Yea I said I'm

A force to be reckoned with

Come and step to a Jedi

Young OB1

A couple rappers owe me one

Speaking for the closed mouths that never get to open up

Negros used to get the rope for knowing stuff

Bottle our emotions because mama had a loaded gun

Aye, Didn't cha know, we live and we sow what we reap

If you ain't cooking on the stoves, you won't get to eat

On offense seeing zones get flipped in the streets

May have banged a little bit

But it's different for me

The sights of water rotating and the holy one

Like I'm Praying that the heat get off me cause I know the son

Aye aye All my lil cousin know is dope and guns

Uh, Running from one time with his smoky lungs

Always had a fear of God before the fit did

Walking by faith

What if Jesus had a fit bit?

Foundation laid before my paragraphs indented

My intent is to mind my own antennas

Signaling that if it's my business, then it's mine...

If water turned to wine than we dine on grapes under the heavy steppers

In our chalices

We must balance it

Ain't gave a penny to my family I ain't proud of it

My Parents need a house that's big

Probably where the mountains is

Aye aye, we ain't scared to die but we tryna live

You only somebody when you signing in

Yea

It's bout that time again

Simon says, I'm coming at they necks they should hide their heads

How do you lose to me three times and still try again?

Three

Try

I'm in too much shape to let them try and win