3x3:
Yo it's the king of the 3x3
Need me on your team
If you're thinkin of winning I got exactly what you need
You could peep the precision, record breakin my rendition
Won't catch me simpin, limpin out the Lincoln keeps it pimpin
I don't rip it I rep it, grab the mic and I check it
Make sure you never forget it, I pay for debit or credit
Set it off how my set is, hardest bars yeah I said it
Settle in I'ma let it, got that gas no unleaded
I'm off that diesel for reezle, my people known as the regal
You can't find no one equal, sh** on y'all it's the fecal
Lethal Weapon the sequel, your position be fetal
Stuntin out like Knievel, same location as seagulls
Forreal doe, I got that pre-rolled
That downtown stylo
Puffin in a tuxedo, mojo that's my labedo
Oh no there go my ego, cause they don't know how we know
I'm a star, making bucks, I just spit that rappucino
Gotta, make sure that I rip it to the core
Everything is easy baby leave it up to Core
But I digress, think I'm gettin off course
They ask me if I'm ballin I said baby of course
She been tryna get dicked down since she heard Drink Down
Retreat back to my stompin grounds, tenth round
You're outta bounds tryna decode the G-code
Just hit up the shot, and let the bartender reload
That's colder than 30 below, in the club I balled, eagle
The eagle eye sees it all like peephole
If history shows what was and could be, then there's no distance that the truth can't reach
Swimming through my living room, got the gla** roof atrium
Theatre seating- stadium, water-slide aquarium
It's very rare, and they're pale in comparison
Got focus like Ford, not Harrison
The illest anywhere I been, all the way back to Maryland
Now-a-days they're mad, gettin checked like a carry-on
I'm way beyond that, these s**as just be on that
They ain't ready for combat, booty flowin got it on tap
Gotta, make sure that I rip it to the core
Everything is easy baby leave it up to Core
But I digress, think I'm gettin off course
They ask me if I'm ballin I said baby of course
Goodbye Interlude:
Ayo I'm back up in this b**h like it was my ex
When I got real drunk and I sent her a text
No time to flex, not tryna impress
But for some reason, yo, familiar's always feelin the best
I hit the lean, wop, snap, I know y'all remember that
They gotta stop sleeping on me like insomniacs
But in fact, I let the facts do the talkin
So two fingers goodbye, and one time rep the OSSOM