3 Peat Lyrics

Yea Gun Lee I'm in this bitch GJPeezy yea listen

I'ma break the bank, this ain't no money in a bank match

I was depressed, but this is talent that you can't match

Thinkin' that I finally got my mind right Yes, I am a lefty, but my rhyme's right

All the hoes that I done wanted, I done fucked And brodie better knuck if you buck

Thinkin' that I'm lackin' then he special needs Jesus is my savior, doin' what I please

I feel like Juvenile 400 degrees mastered craft, I am the best MC

Pinocchio, they ain't believe in me John Cena, they ain't seein' me

It hurt my heart when I see my niggas supportin' other rappers, but I will be bigger

Through trials and tribulations Gun Lee Jeffrey is not basic

Like, how the fuck you listen to them other niggas

You ain't relating' to the words, boy Feel like Soulja Boy, I had her first, boy

And I still don't write none of my words, boy

It's comin' from the top, it's comin' from the heart

My redbone like a car, the way she push the start

Here's a hat trick three bars in a row, fantastic

My money stretchin', Richard Fantastic steal the rap crown like a bandit

Point me to the baddest bitch, I probably smashed it

My bitch, she tell me I'm dramatic I feel defeated

Rappin' in the end times like life has lost its meaning

And if I talk about it, they gon' turn me to a martyr like the first prophets

Damn, that's deep end

But for the oppers, I keep defense with this rappin', it ain't pretend

Have your family in the precinct get up nine times even if I fall, eight

Feel like Lil Tunechi, man, I'm sorry for the wait

Distracted by my lifestyle with bottle girls, I'm sayin

But my destiny is heavenly arranged See the bussdown, watch the Sexyy Red interior

Make a hater catch hysteria, yeah

And if my album don't go platinum look at all my jewelry, bitch, I'm platinum

And if my album don't go diamond look at all my diamonds, bitch, I'm diamond

Yea

No hard feelings

GJPeezy