3rd Times a Charm
Come on Ron, come on Ron
Come on Ron
Turn me all the way up
Honesty ain't nobody like me
Rip bro I'm thinking bout bro right now
I'm staying on my job
Prayed for times like this
I remember back then used to steal and Robb
All these bills, that's stuffed in my jeans
Shit I can hardly walk
Bop with a limp and my dick lengthy
So is the clip in my Glock
Heard 3rd times a charm
Just might put a whole brick in my arm
For them nights, I would swipe Ebt
Had a cold, sandwhich for sure
I get high, think about Rashid
Why he went out in that car?
Now, I'm a man
I was only 14 when I had got that call
Put your name in most of my songs
because you was part of my heart
All that shit you did for me, I don't know where to start
Fucked up, you ain't have a seed
So I can show it that love
But real niggas, they don't decease
Spirits still living on
You could find me in the trees
I'm from the jungle, boy
Really be rapping about beating the streets
Listen to Jungle Book
Imma milk the game for the breesh
I just need all my coins
Dicking her down to the unreleased
She love to cum to my songs
Head in the clouds
I soar overseers
I come from public bus
Spent a few bucks
Double G on the feet
Peep how I kick em up
As I boss up think that it's sweet
But I don't give a fuck
Not talking McQueen, but pussyhole breathe
And Mi Buss ya skull
By any means, I'ma get to the cheese
Niggas ain't put me on
Got right on my feet
Yeah, I'm own team
I used to need support
Staying discreet
No heart on the sleeve
This shit has no remorse
Pray for times like this
I remember hot boxing in Honda accords
Linking my Buzzin, he in the trap hustlin
Bed was on the floor
Five dollar box at Kennedy's
Now it's filet mignon (we was poor)
I'm staying on my job
Pray for times like this
I remember back then used to steal and Robb
All these bills, that's stuffed in my jeans
Shit I can hardly walk
Bop with a limp and my dick lengthy
So is the clip in my Glock
Heard 3rd times a charm
Just might put a whole brick in my arm
For them nights, I would swipe Ebt
Had a cold, sandwhich for sure
I get high, think about Rashid
Why he went out in that car?
Now, I'm a man
I was only 14 when I had got that call
Come on Ron
Turn me all the way up
Honesty ain't nobody like me
Rip bro I'm thinking bout bro right now
I'm staying on my job
Prayed for times like this
I remember back then used to steal and Robb
All these bills, that's stuffed in my jeans
Shit I can hardly walk
Bop with a limp and my dick lengthy
So is the clip in my Glock
Heard 3rd times a charm
Just might put a whole brick in my arm
For them nights, I would swipe Ebt
Had a cold, sandwhich for sure
I get high, think about Rashid
Why he went out in that car?
Now, I'm a man
I was only 14 when I had got that call
Put your name in most of my songs
because you was part of my heart
All that shit you did for me, I don't know where to start
Fucked up, you ain't have a seed
So I can show it that love
But real niggas, they don't decease
Spirits still living on
You could find me in the trees
I'm from the jungle, boy
Really be rapping about beating the streets
Listen to Jungle Book
Imma milk the game for the breesh
I just need all my coins
Dicking her down to the unreleased
She love to cum to my songs
Head in the clouds
I soar overseers
I come from public bus
Spent a few bucks
Double G on the feet
Peep how I kick em up
As I boss up think that it's sweet
But I don't give a fuck
Not talking McQueen, but pussyhole breathe
And Mi Buss ya skull
By any means, I'ma get to the cheese
Niggas ain't put me on
Got right on my feet
Yeah, I'm own team
I used to need support
Staying discreet
No heart on the sleeve
This shit has no remorse
Pray for times like this
I remember hot boxing in Honda accords
Linking my Buzzin, he in the trap hustlin
Bed was on the floor
Five dollar box at Kennedy's
Now it's filet mignon (we was poor)
I'm staying on my job
Pray for times like this
I remember back then used to steal and Robb
All these bills, that's stuffed in my jeans
Shit I can hardly walk
Bop with a limp and my dick lengthy
So is the clip in my Glock
Heard 3rd times a charm
Just might put a whole brick in my arm
For them nights, I would swipe Ebt
Had a cold, sandwhich for sure
I get high, think about Rashid
Why he went out in that car?
Now, I'm a man
I was only 14 when I had got that call
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Writer(s): Kewon Grant
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