3's Lyrics

I know they been hating on me

Cause niggas ride the wave when I speak

I ain't going for the same ole thing

Put respect up on my name when you speak

They gon learn to quit playing with P

Mind on my money

Heart inside the street

Remember back when I was selling ten a g

Life is like an instrumental

Gotta tip toe on the beat

And when it come pouring up

Remember good things come in three's

Lately I been in my feelings

Do you hear it

Is you feeling that

They tried to fill me up with fake love

Ain't going back

RIP my niggas that ain't coming back

That's why I get it every other way

I know my grandma dead

But she praying for me anyway

Even when I'm feeling down

I still know you looking out

Always reefer in the air to keep them demons out my house

Every time they try to sleep on me

I hit 'em in they mouth

Walk around with my head up

So I don't lose my crown

And even when it all falls down

I get up again

I keep it real in all my songs

Swear that's why they love my shit

I hope they miss me when I'm gone

Cause when I'm on I'm on some other shit

Even with a ten-foot pole they ain't touching me

When I was young I use to steal from the store on some junkie shit

As I got older tables turned I got robbed by the government

They shoulda knew I wasn't nothing like them other kids

Won't tone it down like Chris Brown

Young nigga really running it

I know they been hating on me

Cause niggas ride the wave when I speak

I ain't going for the same ole thing

Put respect up on my name when you speak

They gon learn to quit playing with P

Mind on my money

Heart inside the street

Remember back when I was selling ten a g

Life is like an instrumental

Gotta tip toe on the beat

And when it come pouring up

Remember good things come in threes

Get the fuck up out my way

Don't you listen you listen to the beat hear what I say

They ain't friend just cause they smiling to ya face

No I just call that shit fake

Why can't all the fake go away

Fuck it ima get it out the gutter

My shoes was made for walking to the butter

Sometimes my money argue with each other

After all these years I still miss my dead brother

I know you want the best for me My heart got a lot of scars

So it's hard to turn to loving

Funny how I turned nothing to something

Then lost it all and nothing again

I got it back multiplied dividends

Because I keep going in

And I can't give you shit

Unless you take it from my hand

I know they been hating on me

Cause niggas ride the wave when I speak

I ain't going for the same ole thing

Put respect up on my name when you speak

They gon learn to quit playing with P

Mind on my money

Heart inside the street

Remember back when I was selling ten a g

Life is like an instrumental

Gotta tip toe on the beat

And when it come pouring up

Remember good things come in threes