Letras
I'm making movie soundtracks
I make a busta talk smack
I know them dark days
Aren't for nothin once I bounce back
I got a suede upon the roof
I got woodgrain up on the dash
Third World Posse gon slide now we beat yo fuckin ass
I got the moss-berg pumpin, that drama means nothing
When you're a part of something, I'm in the game
Switching lanes with my jewelers, switching chains
I was crying out for help, and nobody fucking came
Yeah, I'm a third world, baby, I ain't never gave a fuck
I done questioned all the pain, bitch, I know what I've become
I hope you proud of me I cant explain what failure brings I know
You proud of me I wont ever be lost again I ain't happy in disguise
I knowing how to pay the price I trying to feel something so I'm
Living up expensive buys I don rap to the talk shit bitch I rap what I live
Stuck my hand out to the mirror, yeah, and this what God said, huh
I want the finer things up in my life
So I hustle
Nobody tell me how to live or die
Till I bust them
I want the finer things up in my life
So I hustle
Nobody tell me how to live or die
Till I bust you