Soul The American Dream - 3 lyrics

3 (by Soul The American Dream) (VERSE 1) Don't worry, this is our time boy Young n***as out to get it, these is my boys 2 nickel every time equal dimes boy Kazz Block, up top, man that's pine boy........ Man we trying to, get it straight man When you getting all the love others hate man When you real, they gon plot til you fake man Candles on dough, homies need the cake man......... Man im trying to, try to get us first place Summertime, the block hot, I know you thirsty Never mention my name, they never worthy Project city, R I P my n***a Percy...... Man I had to, bring back midtown He locked up, now he acting like b**h now For my homies, staying loyal I can't switch now You need a hit man, ghost write, the hit now........ (Hook) Now I'm talking 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 Now I'm talking 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 Now I'm talking (VERSE 2) Now I'm talking downtown, rip ol Gotti Cops everywhere, boy who caught that body All for the Jews, hitlers that nazis And I'm outlaw, r I p Qaddafi......... We some young n***as, and they say we rude High school wasn't sh**, I use to skip that cla** Never listen to the teacher, use to break they rules If my momma hear that, she gonna wipe my a**....... I remember on the porch talking to my n***a Sammy He use to twist fingers, saying that's gonna come in handy Grandma watch me, I ain't never had a nanny Full house of that white, uncle moving Danny............ My n***as D run up on you with aggression If Joc don't get em than I swear to god that's a blessing Snatch you for your chain, if they ever catch you flexing Chase the dream while I'm sleep, so I'm never resting (Hook) Now I'm talking 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 Now I'm talking 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 3 Now I'm talking