THETHIRDERNEST - Throwbacks

Ayo
It's third
This one for the southside
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Drivin' through the city
It's mine and I know you know that
The drip freezin' off of me
This rapping shit I'm too cold at
You all talk in your game
You built for the walk of shame
I'm built for the hall of fame
Like hardwood classics and throwbacks
Yeah
Shots to the dome they be numbing the pain
You do this shit 'cause you wanted the fame
Look in the mirror and see your reflection
It's evidence that we ain't one in the same
Comin' correct I ain't comin' to play
No hesitation I up and I bang
Don't get it twisted I'll widow your Mrs.
A hard way to learn not to fuck with my name
You ain't my bro so don't think we related
Learned not to give out my trust 'cause it's dangerous
All of your failures they be contagious
Don't dap me up asking me for no favors
I'm not somebody that you should go play with
Hard with this pen because I got some friends
That's supposed to be living today
But man they didn't make it they didn't make it so
It's only right that I murder beats
And exchange these foreign currencies
And if you in my way your wake ill set a date
For your fam to go to church to grieve
I'm a national emergency
And there ain't a threat that's worse than me
All of these rappers that's rollin' in back of a Cadillac
That's a convenient hearse to me (RIP)
I'm murdering all of these rappers
You won't catch me repenting
If you ain't want to be a lesson
Well mother fucker don't tempt me
I look inside your soul and your eyes
And that shit be empty
Only thing that resides inside of your mind
Is me it's rent free
We are not the same because I do not stay pretending
The flow is something special it's never not unrelenting
I see you and I see me it makes sense why you envy
My reach is intercontinental like drivers seat of that Bentley
My girl be riding shotgun
You know that she's sitting pretty
I'm Johnny with the fiddle
Tell reaper to come and get me
Same city with the same friends
Incase you needed reminding
Southside of 210 man
I promise that's where you'll find me find me
Drivin' through the city
It's mine and I know you know that
The drip freezin' off of me
This rapping shit I'm too cold at
You all talk in your game
You built for the walk of shame
I'm built for the hall of fame
Like hardwood classics and throwbacks
Drivin' through the city
It's mine and I know you know that
The drip freezin' off of me
This rapping shit I'm too cold at
You all talk in your game
You built for the walk of shame
I'm built for the hall of fame
Like hardwood classics and throwbacks

Written by:
Ernest Arrellano III

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