Royal Palmz x B GhostN - Three x Carry On

Dropped three classics
While you niggas stayed asleep
I see that devil, patrolling outside
He trying to creep
Got enough heat to see that nigga gone
Forever in the deep
I'm one and forever with this beat
I'm a dread head
They say I smoke
Penne Alla Vodka
The exquisite, Luigi
Luchini falling from the sky
But I swear I aint no genie
Life is moving fast
But I know that I'm staying on the path
Look how I know some
Went from a grown bum
To a lonesome ranger
In the booth with the Trigun cannon
They starving for the truth
Can you last the famine
Most of the common folk
Just can't understand it
These notes sounding too woke
They brand us as bandits
But in reality you niggas so far from free
I'm in the back, in the cut
Smoking Lemon OG
And that is Kush
Killing egos on sight
Got these devils shook
And I spit a rhyme to shine
To let you niggas know it's summertime

Old heads
Wishing bad karma
I laugh
And chuckle
This buckle
1222
There's nothing to do
Besides down some brews
And hit the stu
If her vibes right she can come along too
We pushing mad dope
No explanation needed
Beside when them niggas feel conceded
He ain't the huncho
He ain't leading
Only Me and b hoe
Lethal like a needle
Mac that's my inspiration
412 really needs to come through

God gave me This message
Told me Young nigga stop stressing.
You gon make it in a second
Know niggas creep
Just Gotta keep your weapon
Know if niggas speak
Gotta keep your distance
Kill 'em all leave no witness
Shorty stupid with the thickness
Had to hit it wit the quickness
Young Nigga gotta stack up these riches
Other niggas be wishing
Nothing can come between us that's the difference
Cause I'll rather go get it
Keep my dawgs fed that's the mission
Even if it's gets me in prison
I can only right my wrongs
You only get left with misery
My dawg treat the grams like it's Christmas
The way he lits the trees

Written by:
Bryant Scott, Trey Scott

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