WW3 Lyrics

Head down when the sun down, late night, unknown town

box spring sleep tonite,16, lost a mud fight

Check it with the magnifier, make sure it's right

Burn head, candle light, I ain't never work again for free

Boss turned to a addict, catastrophe

Let the motherfucker push 30's

Swamp water when he want it

Young and turnt, young and burnt

Got a vigil, when he want it

He think he private, incognito mode

Go ghost, no host

Coast to coast, one way with the bindle

Classic, rubber soles, sock 5 holes

Manson been had the money, been had the hoes

Been raggy, been tattered with all the clothes

I done oversized my shit, overnight direct deposit

Living large is not an option, window shopping

At the 99 corner market

Metal fortress on the motherfucking concrete

Talk about that nickle, count ya pennies

Don't trust the bank, put it in the piggies

Charging all his fees, stacking up them buildings

Stacking up them wealth, stacking up them shelves

It pays for the bodies on the shelves

If you knew it then you wouldn't put it there, oh well

Targeted GPS, yeah I know my own moves

If I ain't got charger, it might change my whole mood

permanently tethered , yeah

Birdman, we in business forever

Everybody flock together

We in the cage, burn the page

Cleanse the sage, mind unmade

Hidden shade don't assume

Plastic planet, LED moon

WWE World War 3, coming soon

It's in the

It's in the