3Flow
Ain't got time for a free thot
Been around Europe but she ain't D Block
Three shots, I free flow till they see god
'Til my names in the conversation that they eavesdrop
Scheme lots, it's only evil plans that we plot
I'll reach the tree tops before I even think the dream stopped
You seen rocks, you ain't got ice like my queen got
From three jobs to more stacks than Steve Jobs
So I'm the apple of their eyes
The snap in the surprise
The minute that you realise your paralysed
Antagonised, let me summarise
For you other guys
Better get to running 'fore I hit you with another line
I'd even make Shakespeare cry like egads, he means that
The lake clears, snakes appear let them bleed fam
I take sneers, make spears and send the feed back
Back as they yap yap
I give em a whack
The flak jacket intact
You'll need magic to crack
Adding addicts into the pack
With an adders venom I been penning vengeance, pent up aggression
Really hope you learnt your lesson
Because court is now in session
And this is how to get away with murder
First you go and take a life and then you hide the burner
Then you gotta find an alibi and make it work
Then you gotta live a lie until you go berserk
Make it work, huh
Coz lyrically yeah I'm a criminal
I extort, murder and serve em all in subliminals
And deal a couple bars that get you higher than kites
Try the tiger he'll bite, others are buying their stripes
If I'm lying I'll die
Caught out a couple of times, but I'm still alive
So the truth is a holy vice
But the truth is a double edged knife
Coz the truth hurts
I could do worse
They been digging new dirt
So give 'em a couple shovels
Found a couple guns that I was hiding in a duffle
Coz I could never seem to avoid getting in trouble
When I'm broken down I'm building up and rising from the rubble
I was raised inside a riot
Where violence is a diet
So if you wanna catch a quick death bro try it
Coz I click back, let the gat scat and leave the clip frying
Leave your bro dying and your mumsy crying
Wanna be a good man, I'm trying
Coz I can see a mile down the road
I can catch a glimpse into things you'll never know
Shutting down a show then I'm checking in the purse
No money so I gotta make it work, huh
I been tryna carve out my lane
Never gonna change, I just keep it in my brain
But what can I do when I never seem to learn
I guess I gotta make this life work
Make it work, huh
Been around Europe but she ain't D Block
Three shots, I free flow till they see god
'Til my names in the conversation that they eavesdrop
Scheme lots, it's only evil plans that we plot
I'll reach the tree tops before I even think the dream stopped
You seen rocks, you ain't got ice like my queen got
From three jobs to more stacks than Steve Jobs
So I'm the apple of their eyes
The snap in the surprise
The minute that you realise your paralysed
Antagonised, let me summarise
For you other guys
Better get to running 'fore I hit you with another line
I'd even make Shakespeare cry like egads, he means that
The lake clears, snakes appear let them bleed fam
I take sneers, make spears and send the feed back
Back as they yap yap
I give em a whack
The flak jacket intact
You'll need magic to crack
Adding addicts into the pack
With an adders venom I been penning vengeance, pent up aggression
Really hope you learnt your lesson
Because court is now in session
And this is how to get away with murder
First you go and take a life and then you hide the burner
Then you gotta find an alibi and make it work
Then you gotta live a lie until you go berserk
Make it work, huh
Coz lyrically yeah I'm a criminal
I extort, murder and serve em all in subliminals
And deal a couple bars that get you higher than kites
Try the tiger he'll bite, others are buying their stripes
If I'm lying I'll die
Caught out a couple of times, but I'm still alive
So the truth is a holy vice
But the truth is a double edged knife
Coz the truth hurts
I could do worse
They been digging new dirt
So give 'em a couple shovels
Found a couple guns that I was hiding in a duffle
Coz I could never seem to avoid getting in trouble
When I'm broken down I'm building up and rising from the rubble
I was raised inside a riot
Where violence is a diet
So if you wanna catch a quick death bro try it
Coz I click back, let the gat scat and leave the clip frying
Leave your bro dying and your mumsy crying
Wanna be a good man, I'm trying
Coz I can see a mile down the road
I can catch a glimpse into things you'll never know
Shutting down a show then I'm checking in the purse
No money so I gotta make it work, huh
I been tryna carve out my lane
Never gonna change, I just keep it in my brain
But what can I do when I never seem to learn
I guess I gotta make this life work
Make it work, huh
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Writer(s): Wesley Ruthven
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