Act 3 Lyrics

Hardest nigga in my city without no effort

You can keep the flowers though cause I just need my check first

Niggas know, how I'm coming, it don't take no guesswork

Put the leaf , in the paper, smoke it till my chest hurt

Brown skin, fine ass, suck me till the neck hurt

She know that she top tier but she know I can't sweat her

I can't run a rat race, I've been playing chess first

Third tape, yes sir, this might be my best work

Sorry for the wait I ain't been dropping in a minute

But I'm back for good

Me and my nigga ain't been talking in a minute

Let's get it understood

I can't breeze over this shit like all this shit just gravy

And I know pressure burst pipes, so I don't let the bullshit faze me

I swear to god it broke my heart to hear you gone

Put your name in every song, cause I can't even let it go

Yeah, I can't even let it go

Lately I've been back to getting low

Lately I've been back to tripping

I can't make the past no different

My pops always told me I'm different

Ain't nothing like you rapping niggas

Can't go out bout no crash out missions

I've been on the path to getting it

Niggas couldn't see me out

Niggas couldn't see my vision