3 Stacks
It's the Brown Picasso
Painting pictures
The listener's the addict
I'm the heroine injection
Proud brown skin
Complexion; South Asian
Someone you shouldn't
Really mess with
As I'm sipping on the liquor
Each shot sipping quicker
Thinking it would
Sooth my shivers
But it sues my liver
Doctor's letter, saying
I shouldn't drink, but fuck that
I only live once and that's it
I see my spirits vision
When I'm busy sippin liquor
Graduate to Louie V
From wearing Hilfiger
My brothers the Brown Picasso
Just in case you don't get it
We can go ahead and
Then paint you the whole picture
Prepare for the future
To get to a new level
Like my name was Ferg
Remember the days
On the back of the bus
Trying to make a verse
Here are we are, made it so far
Yet we haven't even started
We're the guys
Doin our job
Marky Mark from The Departed
Bunch of outcasts
Like a Big Boi
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
We're a bunch of outcasts
Like a Big Boi
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
Rest in peace Mac Miller
A true inspiration
Watching Movies
With the Sound Off
While I'm blastin faces
Busy makin moves
My futures decided
Do it on the low
Word to Weezy's
Line about silence
Not puffin chronic,
But I'm sippin gin and tonic
The shit that makes me
Drowzee, my aura's hypnotic
Who can flow like this
My souls priceless
Plus we don't show kindness
The utmost righteous
The clash of the titans
1 second of silence
We are different
Moving militant
Too many emcee's
The mics are limited
Feel like Bradley Cooper
My talent is limitless, Lord
Follow of the scent of success
I'm nosey with my business
My inner intuition
Sprinting towards my ambition, damn
Dare to test a mountain
Better to ever rest
A clever threat
That is focused on nothing but success
When we stand out
We're not afraid to be different
Always been misfits
Talking some slick shit
Their sound is gibberish
I mean all disrespect
Rather listen to Squidward
Tentacles on the clarinet
Aiming for accomplishments
The fuel is my confidence
All I got is sauce boy
I ain't talking condiments
I'm in the studio breaking bad
Bitch I'm killing mics
What I make is crystal clear
Like Walter White
A great beast, call me Crowley
Wanted by the Akutsuki
Can't argue with my skills
Like my name was Dusty
Bunch of outcasts
Like a Big Boi
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
We're a bunch of outcasts
Like a Big Boi
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
Painting pictures
The listener's the addict
I'm the heroine injection
Proud brown skin
Complexion; South Asian
Someone you shouldn't
Really mess with
As I'm sipping on the liquor
Each shot sipping quicker
Thinking it would
Sooth my shivers
But it sues my liver
Doctor's letter, saying
I shouldn't drink, but fuck that
I only live once and that's it
I see my spirits vision
When I'm busy sippin liquor
Graduate to Louie V
From wearing Hilfiger
My brothers the Brown Picasso
Just in case you don't get it
We can go ahead and
Then paint you the whole picture
Prepare for the future
To get to a new level
Like my name was Ferg
Remember the days
On the back of the bus
Trying to make a verse
Here are we are, made it so far
Yet we haven't even started
We're the guys
Doin our job
Marky Mark from The Departed
Bunch of outcasts
Like a Big Boi
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
We're a bunch of outcasts
Like a Big Boi
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
Rest in peace Mac Miller
A true inspiration
Watching Movies
With the Sound Off
While I'm blastin faces
Busy makin moves
My futures decided
Do it on the low
Word to Weezy's
Line about silence
Not puffin chronic,
But I'm sippin gin and tonic
The shit that makes me
Drowzee, my aura's hypnotic
Who can flow like this
My souls priceless
Plus we don't show kindness
The utmost righteous
The clash of the titans
1 second of silence
We are different
Moving militant
Too many emcee's
The mics are limited
Feel like Bradley Cooper
My talent is limitless, Lord
Follow of the scent of success
I'm nosey with my business
My inner intuition
Sprinting towards my ambition, damn
Dare to test a mountain
Better to ever rest
A clever threat
That is focused on nothing but success
When we stand out
We're not afraid to be different
Always been misfits
Talking some slick shit
Their sound is gibberish
I mean all disrespect
Rather listen to Squidward
Tentacles on the clarinet
Aiming for accomplishments
The fuel is my confidence
All I got is sauce boy
I ain't talking condiments
I'm in the studio breaking bad
Bitch I'm killing mics
What I make is crystal clear
Like Walter White
A great beast, call me Crowley
Wanted by the Akutsuki
Can't argue with my skills
Like my name was Dusty
Bunch of outcasts
Like a Big Boi
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
We're a bunch of outcasts
Like a Big Boi
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
Making 3 stacks
Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Walshe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.