No hook Pt. 3 Lyrics

I know I here, so I had gave it a rest Hope I'm clear when my soul leave my chest

Left all the pills and drank for cigarettes Smoke me a black and mild before the press

The pressure been checking me I gotta get me a crib for my wifey and our lil baby

Been on the road for this money, this Monday thru Sunday in hopes that the devil don't take me Daughter my savior , don't need you to save me

Listen to Crizzo, tell stories bout shankin' Back in like 2019, I was fucked up for green

Started punchin' it fucked up my bankin' I can't even say that it big up'd my rankin

Cause now I'm back, outchea, on grindin' from the soil

Stack up my paper, put it in a box, but still gone make sure my wifey feeling spoiled, I'm out on bond

Hopin' my case a mistrial, so I reach my statute limitations

Tribulations made a man up outta, me some time broke down and cried, but still up to face em Smokin' Atlanta gas way out in Texas

Me and my two cousins, used to stuff the Mason Now I be paper chasin', barely seein home ain't tryna be known, I'm tryna be the greatest

Nowadays, I be barely getting high

Feel the rocket man when a niggas get love

Nowadays, I ain't tryna get by Recently, a nigga been tryn level up

Last time I popped a perc, I damn near died So recently, been good off all the drugs

Talk to my granny, lookin' in the sky I'm not gon' cry, so I'ma hit the plug

Damn, there go another relapse hoe I ain't even turnt, so don't tell me relax

Hatin' on me, but would kill me on max

Cause I'll heat this bitch up and you know that's a fact

Most of the time, I be cool in the back With my boo in the cut while I'm smokin' a blk

Really, a nigga be cool as a fuck I can smoke with you cuz and you ain't gotta match

Girl always tell me I need some discernment Every one problem can't be my concern and

We stackin' dollars to raise up our churn

She had my back from the go, when I earned it

Rodent repellent no time for the vermin

Lessons in life, ain't a L , cause I'm learnin

Sippin' on shrooms, and I'm speakin' in sermons Brush off debris,, if it's big, then I burn it

Diss big Tz, I'm back for the better bucks

Ain't believe me, you watchin' me level up

Most discreetly, I'm keepin' my cheddar up

Stayin' down, cause I know that the best to come

I done been in a jam, and I moved on the run

Know I be the one that gon' change where I'm from

I been that kid experience hate before love

Crazy, they love me, I don't need it no more

This from the brown round who dreams dynamic Feats outstandin', tread turf till my cleats abandoned

Keep demandin' Bread worth, till I reach my cannon

Cannabis, cookin' calamity never gone be Tz, canopy

The man in me have made this shit hot And they know that I'm somethin' you niggas not

Man, the nigga who takin' shit out the box I had open up shop, look, I went watch

Watchin' time while I'm tryn avoid them rocks Man, you know what Lil' Tz had been bout

Lately my phone been on do not disturb

Bitch it's lil two kept it few on the words

Makin' some moves been like fuck what you heard

I want some bucks, off the nouns and the verbs

I ain't no cub, you can tell by the grrr

Niggas be carpet', I'm real, that's some fur

I can be walkin', but fly like a bird Niggas be squawkin', I heard off the chirp

Leveled up, everything get a switch out

Up and dawn clean as dawn, took a dish route

I was lost, now I'm found, took a fish ride Nemo, goin' three thousand and five like bino

Niggas be cornin' with Cheese, that Cheeto That's the one, still movin' foul like the free throw

Yeah, I hope you be prepared We're commandin' that sea from here

Yeah, I took some seats from here You know I had to go keep that player

One on one pieces, I might pop out B-spoke Twist up in Houston was shoot a B-Roll

Back in the U, it was dollar game Cello Ain't from Peru, but my homie's migo

It is a few, kept it true, I say we know Twaino and TZ plus twon, that's the three goats

Too much to prove, so I'm keepin' it fleek

Up off a five, so I barely be sleep

Feelin' alive, cause I keep it unique

French for my family, every dollar for we

Ain't got a pimp, but I'm keepin' it P

East side lil nigga, grew up on the threes

Gave up on lean, but I'm still smokin' weed

Plus a lil yanna if put me to ease

No hook part three and lil Tz went beast

Hop on the beat and I turn it to feast

Nigga be pressed, so I call him a crease

Stressin' to death, so I call him a priest