3rd Quarter ft. TeeMoody Lyrics

Who you know, better with better grammar

Without using hammers or arm and hammer to make it out the ghetto

These niggas not in my league like Carmelo

It's like comparing King Jaffe Joe to a rose pedal

I just be watching styles get bit like gold medals

I don't know if niggas rapping or singing a falsetto

And I ain't mad at niggas, if it sell it sell

Get your money being broke like living in hell

But it ain't too many fuckin with my pen for real

So many bars in my head I can build me a jail

See a nigga like me got a story to tell

I was young and gullible so I done took a few L's

The word gullible it got a few L's in it

I deserve a doctors visit, I can't help I'm sick with it

So it's only right me and Joc put on a clinic

Real rap coming back you niggas got to deal with it

4 Quarters nigga, this shit like a buzzer beater

If I got to dumb it down I ain't tryna do a feature

Niggas say they in the field

But be really they be in the bleachers

Storyteller like Nas, only right I'm spitting ether

It's plenty times I said I was the goat

If a nigga disagree then I'm on go

I got niggas I can call they'll be on the road

We can get straight to it, ain't no waiting bro

Niggas really bout that action never capping

Y'all not shooting like y'all Paxson

Y'all be running, Speedy Claxton

Y'all be talking tough in captions, but get broke down like a fraction

Niggas got guns and they blasting

You'll get painted, that's abstraction

Now you six feet deep in the cemetery

Putting rappers in a obituary, in February

Bet you never thought talking slick would get you buried

Me going bar for bar with Moody man that's very scary

Dilla on the beat, I had to pay respect

Got to do it for the set

Disrespect I'm at ya neck

Niggas talking bout Suffolk, always asking who is next

But I been the fuckin best

Man I been a fuckin vet

Been in the game, 10 years strong, I ain't nobody favorite

But that's ok don't say I am when a nigga make it

This shit premeditated

While you young niggas was in the crib masturbating

I was in the studio

Fuckin salivating right at the mic

I'm truly nice I can spit it on site

And all this shit is off top, man I ain't got to write

And I just spit it from the soul so it's nothing to recite

Man y'all niggas switching sides

Jumping from left to right

When ya ends get tight, like Josiah Price

I do this music for my life I never did it for the price

Because the price is never right

Bitch ass niggas

Aye