IsaiahThe3rd - Back 2 Back
I've been, I've been on a losing streakThought false gods got the guillotine?
I was tired of being the middle man
Like this dog food prolly feed your fam
Hold up, gotta clean my hands
With the bois roll at least a gram
Do the Nina dance
I see a shooter might take the chance
Prolly pee your pants, who the boss boi?
Villain triple, birth monumental
Ask my mom bet it accidental
Her greatest pain be her greatest treasure
In and out thangs for the latest leathers
Yeah I sent a couple exs letters
I ain't forget em but the past that's where I left em
Dead and buried, working on hiring and smashing my very own secretary
I'm legendary, did a lot of crimes, unknown, who knows I speak mysteries
Who am I? Sit through trilogies
Meet the 3rd he delirious
Man-E-Face that mean a myriad
Solve the puzzle you might get a gift
Back to back we go rap for rap
If you're in the crew better roll something
Track for track you know rap for rap
I replayed your songs you ain't say nothing
Learned from Cass was a young hustla
Blessed with 1 dad and 1 mother
Even though I'm from none other
Must be god's boi I hate rubbers
If she round me bet she's a baddy
All my babies yeah they the badddest
Never average, designer bagged em
She choosey choosey homie you could have her
Shooters round me think they automatic
Yall ain't VJ homie, got pieces on me
Truth be told saved the 4th a fortune
Wonder how I ain't a dad yet
Attracting opps like the greatest magnet
Man you don't know me or my many losses
People turned their backs on me, still a friend regardless
Live 3 lives like a double agent
Acting daily for my nominations
Oscar baby I'm the golden boy
That tough talk they just allegations
Very scary, penitench or obituaries for my black canarys
Don't fall in love homie till you ready
Women love to cause armageddons
Ash Ketchum, watch me train forever
Rocky Diamonds could take the pressure
Working till I meet the true successor
A swiss knife like Stan Wawrinka
Back to back we go rap for rap
If you're in the crew better roll something
Track for track you know rap for rap
I replayed your songs you ain't say nothing
Learned from Cass was a young hustla
Blessed with 1 dad and 1 mother
Even though I'm from none other
Must be god's boi I hate rubbers
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IsaiahThe3rd
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