Three (feat. DJ Foodstamp)

I was high when I wrote this song, smoke a bong and my vocals gone
 Every bar I'm focused on so they pull my card like Pokemon
 We Smoked It All, been long awaited, and I know I'm not your favorite
 But if Spose won, I was nominated, write a song a day until I'm dominating
 I'm on my way kid, ándale
 Your career is on delay
 And when your dreams have gone away
 You should get a job, what your mom would say
 Keep it honest, man, every song I play
 Rep P. Dank, I'm on my game
 If I'm a joke, then y'all is fake
 Bitch I go hard till the condom break
 Keep giving it, giving it raw
 My flippity-dippity jaw
 Quick with the piff and the fifth in my grip, I be sipping that shit till I'm sick as a dog
 Aw, and y'all don't want none of me, son
 I'm doing something different, y'all a bunch of fucking reruns
 Change the station mother fucker, pass the clicker
 'Cause I'm losing all my patience and I think my raps are sicker
 Yo, y'all know my flow is ill
 This time around it's overkill
 I'm showing skill and growing still
 Pass the mic to Spose, he knows the drill
 I just walked in with some Bissell and backwoods 'cause I can afford it, our troubles assorted
 A double-performance, I feel like I'm riding on dolphins, I know that I'm building endorphins
 We see it, we write it, we spit it, record it
 Third time around, I feel like I'm in orbit
 S to the P-I-Z-Y, three times, drop a couple albums, had a kid in the meantime
 If you had sent me a message, it had better to be just to offer me money
 My daughter just walked in the basement and she looked at me, she said, "Daddy, I'm hungry"
 They say they real but they never are
 When I rap it is a seminar
 You don't come near to my metaphors
 I just bought weed with a debit card
 Good God of Maine, and the King of Wells
 [?] ringing my syllables
 Ended my tour down in Philadelph
 Sensitive rapper, go kill yourself
 If you're for real, hit me in the daytime bruh
 I'm working and working it till the day I'm done
 Violins strung and the bassline bumped and the best I ever do it from the place I'm from
 I got confidence and a pair of boots
 Jumped out a plane with no parachute
 Assurances I have got very few
 I gotta stay sick, keep the Theraflu
 We got no time for no rappers who rap as a hobby and rap once a week
 If you down with us then put up that peace
 Okay, add one more finger that's three