C. Baum - 3x3/Goodbye Interlude lyrics

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