3rd Grade

Raszway the first and last way nigga
I knew all I needed was some gas I'm ready now, Ice Life
Look, remember when I met Rasz in the third grade
I swear my nigga shouldn't be dead in first place
I swear the day I got that text that shit hurt me
He was the third I put a 3 up on my jersey
Long live Rob like we was snatchin' purses
He call me a opp but it ain't that in person
Can't call me a opp and then be actin' nervous
Brodie wanna pop 'em I know that ain't worth it
Hard on myself 'cause I know I ain't perfect
So if I chase perfect is the chase worth it
Know they fakin' perfect and the chase ain't workin
The snakes is on the surface I know they some serpents
Sometimes I feel like patience is the sacrifice
Shit I'll be patient when I make it won't go back in time
Life was passin' by I wasn't satisfied
Ain't get to tell Rasz goodbye I was sad inside
These hoes'll have you dyin' better have ya iron
I ball like Shaq in prime bring da basket down
Raszway, who want smoke ain't talkin' black 'n mild
Raszway, who want smoke just like a pack of loud
Raszway, who want smoke ain't talkin' black 'n mild
Raszway, who want smoke just like a pack of loud
Is the ice right, if you rollin' up that grabba is the spice right
My niggas rollin' up in traffic is yo life right
My niggas really out here trappin' is the price right ay this that Ice life ay
Crazy how I knew him since the third grade
And a pussy nigga did my dawg the worst way
Look how you left a couple days after yo birthday
Raszway the first way and the last way
Remember when I met Rasz in the third grade
I swear my nigga shouldn't be dead in first place
I swear the day I got that text that shit hurt me
He was the third I put a 3 up on my jersey
Long live Rob like we was snatchin' purses
He call me a opp but it ain't that in person
Can't call me a opp and then be actin' nervous
Brodie wanna pop 'em I know that ain't worth it



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Writer(s): Trevis Carter
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