Thre3-O - Systems

Ain't really bout how you start it's mainly bout how you finish
I was born looking Asian became a black image
In bodied every situation embraced the labeled menace
I done met a few craftsman and met a few chemist
N I played the game foreal ain't never been n a scrimmage
I ain't traveled in months still feel like trippin
Ima one woman man I still feel like big pimpin
I got confidence out of this world maybe it come from Kemet
Dat may not be true but u can't tell me know different
If I think it I live it speak it n to existence
If I walk it I did it I just move with precision
If I talk it I'm bout it Ima man on a mission
I mean wat I say I say what I mean please don't ask me again I kinda hate repetition
If I was born in his image then why would I need redemption
I don't these groups need subscription
That's how they get they tuition
That's another word for money man cmon pay attention
They balling off yo attendance
Mean wile yo life ain't know different
Now I ain't gone get all in yo business
Put you on to these systems
I'm just letting you know they there you learn em and try to miss em
You gotta know I come First ain't nothing better than this one
Till you have ya own seed and ya pass dat down to ya children
You gotta shoot for a million so you can have some to give em
Dats why these white folks be killin em
They make a killing and they pass it to they children
They grow up and flip it and they give they kids life missions
Do u see the pattern ?after that it's just repetition
All I know is get it I'm tryna learn some business
But for now I'm doing fine with these uncommon senses
Listen to story's ima follow these Senses
Media run ya whole I ain't gotta get specific
For instance Tell me what's ya interest
Dat ain't living my Nigga you maintain existence
Er body woke now but still to broke to pay attention
I wifed a natural Jawn use to pluck chickens with extensions
Auhks on a nigga all day I don't rock no crosses
Keep them ployees from round me all hang wit is bosses
Take a chance live and learn ain't no one failure in losses
Make some money spend some bread you gotta pay dem cosses
Lay low stack up they gone say you done lost it
Blowing gas getting money if I sleep or not i Restart it

Written by:
William Parker

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