3 Strikes

If I ask for the truth don't tell no lies

I'll give you three strikes after that you've had your time

Snakes in the grass chop their head off with my knife

Wearing sheeps wool like say I can't clock the disguise

I can see the uncertainty in your eyes

I wont tell you nothing but might put it in my rhymes

Roll me up a suttin while I think about my life

Just another day getting back up on my grind

Niggas pocket watching but round here that doesn't fly

She told me its forever Ray Charles could see those lies

But I can't deny she stays at the back of my mind