IsaiahThe3rd - Isaiah

30 on my side new KDs
Getting Easy Money need a new trey piece
Chillin on the court like I'm in the sport, thanks to contacts life HD
Well connected, think I'm well recepted doggy
In my city feel like Odell Beckham homie
Couple moves still where I left em
Brooklyn boi I know where the net is
20s, 50s, hundreds voice yells keep it cumming
When I get tired, women start fluffing
Con man b & e like he Willie Sutton
But in cyphs I'm Chief WhatsItToya
I get calls from god hallelujah
He navigate me to money (Blessed)
No time to be with a honey (Stress)
Baby boi tryna pop out the country
I gave her nothing still love me, I get it all
Ain't focused on me then won't get involved
I know what I need but right now I want
3 girls only here for the in and out
Levitate, hide after 2nd place
Do what I do, rarely will demonstrate
Either strikeout or homeruns when I'm at the plate
They oversaturate, ride that wave manatee

I am the villain, some call me homie
Your girl call me dad, my girls never notice
I am the man, to most I'm just foolish
All part of the plan
Call me Isaiah, son of an angel and son of a player
Making a prophet, don't wanna be no savior
That's not in my nature, just roll up that paper

I look at the life that I'm living
Ain't finish school
Now king of non fiction
Page after page that's none of yo business
Made my own wave could float off a sentence
Me and my bros couple fights still my niggas
So many exs all still my women
I've got a problem, in and out Gotham
Searching for answers like God is the Riddler
I give my cash to them slanted eyes
She got a ass straight from Panama
You suck me right ima never lie
Hand to god, many broads
Everything new that's my caveat
Yeah they saw me before in and outs
Alibis for my whereabouts
Analyze what they talkin bout
Most want the juice like they Cotton Mouth

Used to get curved like parabolas
New York Giant bet I'm manning up
Act like a amateur
They wear my hoodie like nanana
Babies so bad, too pricy to pamper them
They be too hot, can't even handle em
She Maya Bijou in front cameras
Hit it once, twice, 3 times, might fall in love
I don't get caught still I don't wear a glove

I am the villain, some call me homie
Your girl call me dad, my girls never notice
I am the man, to most I'm just foolish
All part of the plan
Call me Isaiah, son of an angel and son of a player
Making a prophet, don't wanna be no savior
That's not in my nature, just roll up that paper

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IsaiahThe3rd

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