T3 - Principles

I made my mind up you pussy's be sketchy
I seen it coming they plotting to get me
No small talking they got them pistols ready
You craving this shit keep ya hand steady
No need to BS up on the telly
Just tell em' cuz they on the way to fetch
Fuck around, kick em' down made a messy
Which one of you bitches is gon' test me
Or it could be she
I'm getting rhetorical why can't you take a seat
I'm not a being I am a human can't you see
But I am not from here I'm from another galaxy
Making you believe they beliefs can't you see? (Yeah)
It's kinda biblical
This shit's traditional
Smoking medicinal, in the cut on the scene
A lot of prayers and no sleep
A lot of smoke a lot of weed
A lot of love but no heart
A lot of boxes no corpse, yeah
It seems like you coming up short (Yes it seems)
Every plan that you had you need to abort (Abort)
The power of every Lord (The power)
Is within every core

They keep telling you how to make it
They keep showing you how to fake it
And they keep stacking while you chase it
They ain't gon' tell you how to change it

They keep telling you how to make it
They keep showing you how to fake it
And they keep stacking while you chase it
They ain't gon' tell you how to change it

They keep telling you how to make it
They keep showing you how to fake it
And they keep stacking while you chase it
They ain't gon' tell you how to change it

Wassup, Wassup
Wassup, Wassup
Wassup, Wassup
Wassup, Wassup

Written by:
Tyler Clancy

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