Ab1
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate
Our deepest fear is that we are
Powerful beyond measure
It is our light not our darkness
That most frighten us
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant
Gorgeous, talented, fabulous
Actually, who are you not to be
You are a child of God
There's nothing enlightening about shrinking
So that other people won't feel insecure around you
We are all meant to shine, as children do
We're born to make manifest the glory of God
That is within us
It's not just in some of us
It's in every one
And it's in me too
(Whatchu Got 3hreezy)
I ain't for that talking reckless
I'm deaf to that nonsense
I bet I'll snatch yo' girlfriend necklace
Then run with her bonnet
I want a life with no more deaths
And lots of profit
I'm tryna stretch my bands so far that
They all poppin'
I'm really on the road to riches
And that's on my mommy
I ain't stopping till I'm on a hill counting figures
And I'm rocking some Tommy
Hardest part about rapping
Is when you say hard stuff
And they don't notice
But insure your self against me 'cause
I stay Progressive with my flow, is
Your favorite rapper kinda lame-ish
Or the fat one that sent the lame diss
He prolly tried to suck another rapper off
Just to get famous
They say 3hreezy,
You got the gas mix, yo uncle rap
And yo pops lead the whole choir
I said, "It just rain down on me
I got heat in my genes like a dryer"
I'm a leader, Obama
I drop bombs, Osama
Another bomb, al Qaeda
You want beef, I'll cater
I serve it up, I'm a waiter
I'm playing with 'em like Sega
They scared to get bodied
They don't wanna work beside me
I'm AB3hree from the 4
In case you ain't know
I'm a kid now
But soon I'll be the goat
They sleep on me now
Bet this get 'em woke
I'm stepping on niggas head like a roach
See I'm on top like a candle
Man I get the cake I grab a handful
Even Sonic couldn't beat me
Cuz the game really too easy like
Pro or Rookie tell a club to book me
AB3hree not CP3 nobody shook me
Running out of patience
I been steady waitin'
Money coming from me
Like I'm masturbating
And I'm the realest I know
Dude seen me he went albino
Got him in the room crying
Scared his eyes closed
Look odio a este tipo
This is like a free throw
Our deepest fear is that we are
Powerful beyond measure
It is our light not our darkness
That most frighten us
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant
Gorgeous, talented, fabulous
Actually, who are you not to be
You are a child of God
There's nothing enlightening about shrinking
So that other people won't feel insecure around you
We are all meant to shine, as children do
We're born to make manifest the glory of God
That is within us
It's not just in some of us
It's in every one
And it's in me too
(Whatchu Got 3hreezy)
I ain't for that talking reckless
I'm deaf to that nonsense
I bet I'll snatch yo' girlfriend necklace
Then run with her bonnet
I want a life with no more deaths
And lots of profit
I'm tryna stretch my bands so far that
They all poppin'
I'm really on the road to riches
And that's on my mommy
I ain't stopping till I'm on a hill counting figures
And I'm rocking some Tommy
Hardest part about rapping
Is when you say hard stuff
And they don't notice
But insure your self against me 'cause
I stay Progressive with my flow, is
Your favorite rapper kinda lame-ish
Or the fat one that sent the lame diss
He prolly tried to suck another rapper off
Just to get famous
They say 3hreezy,
You got the gas mix, yo uncle rap
And yo pops lead the whole choir
I said, "It just rain down on me
I got heat in my genes like a dryer"
I'm a leader, Obama
I drop bombs, Osama
Another bomb, al Qaeda
You want beef, I'll cater
I serve it up, I'm a waiter
I'm playing with 'em like Sega
They scared to get bodied
They don't wanna work beside me
I'm AB3hree from the 4
In case you ain't know
I'm a kid now
But soon I'll be the goat
They sleep on me now
Bet this get 'em woke
I'm stepping on niggas head like a roach
See I'm on top like a candle
Man I get the cake I grab a handful
Even Sonic couldn't beat me
Cuz the game really too easy like
Pro or Rookie tell a club to book me
AB3hree not CP3 nobody shook me
Running out of patience
I been steady waitin'
Money coming from me
Like I'm masturbating
And I'm the realest I know
Dude seen me he went albino
Got him in the room crying
Scared his eyes closed
Look odio a este tipo
This is like a free throw
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Writer(s): Albert Bell
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