araabMUZIK - Three lyrics

[Intro] When you stay ready you ain't gotta get ready, Parks. Understand that [Verse 1] Microphone check, it's something new y'all rage These views only prelude from the dude on stage I'm old school, so my mind is in a New York state Still feel like I'm the best rapper in the New York State Though I'm a Jersey City product, we like two doors away Maybe I'm just the best rapper whipping New York plates Indeed it be the God If Fetty is the face of New Jerz, then you see how badly we needed I Young doing it my way, that's Frank Sinatra I might hang with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters See me right in Hell's Kitchen having drinks over pasta Need the fake to love the real so let me thank you impostors Bicoastal early, y'all hit the Daytons and Impalas Started buzzing around the time Sporty Thievz kept saying "nada" Emcees ain't even bother, and I don't know what's truly worse Them wanting my spot or not knowing they gotta move me first [Hook] You are now entering the mind of the sick About as remarkable as it gets Here's what they think about you Here's what they think about you You are now entering the mind of the sick About as remarkable as it gets Here's what they think about you Here's what they think about you [Break] [Interlude] Now, Parks, let me get back to my sh** right quick. Now turn me up in my headphones, let me get back on my rage sh** right quick though. But turn the lights down in the booth, let's do this real quick. Look. It go [Verse 2] Few years, weights up, still sleep, wake up b**hes know the stakes up since I beat my case up Hip hop sh** list, look at these ba*tard men dress I'm just taking back what's owed, and adding interest Maybe just my love died, loud lit above high Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry, still a thug cries All this paraphilia versus my necrophilia How are they record dealing ya? I wasn't ever feeling ya This feeling equates professional weapon, can't seal it, bruh Deuce deuce, .380, a chopper Beretta millia Hov said 30 is the new 20, me, I feel like 30 is the new 40 I bought 30 new 40s A b**h moving pills get 30s to move off me Just watch how you moving in Jersey, it's too costly And memory with candles is where the energy laying you Protect me from my loved ones, enemies I can handle If you talking Slaughterhouse please refer to "SlaughterMouse" Think twice before you blink twice, you gotta roll with mouth Got you birds popping, it's Korver or Kurt Warner mouse And I be dolo, nobody gotta come warn the mouse Used to take drives through the tunnel, we getting offers now Smelled my man a soda, it's teddy, I bridged the water's mouth Live from the Horror house, calling out Done with all this drawing mouth Duke with all the Terry Bradshaw about k** spree, cops should look after Y'all be yelling free your mans, I yell at my man stop getting captured And all my Irvington n***as over on Lyons put one in the air for Rev. Ron You know we rock with the pastor, moment of silence [Outro] Put one in the air with me right quick. Bruh, we love you, rest in peace. All my Newark n***as what up? All my n***as over at Chancellor, what's good? Surf, I see you, on neighborhood. What up? Anywhere there's real n***as around, I'm right at home. Alright, bring my drums back in a minute. I like this ba** though. I don't think that's gonna change anytime soon though