3 In A Row

He ready to rob, he need cake just like a birthday, okay
Slam dunk 'em all in the rim like Vince Carter
Goin' through heartbreaks and heartaches, need a doctor
Goin' through heartbreaks and heartaches, need a doctor
Now on Eastside, man, ate pasta and lobster
«Kevo, he so Godly,» look God got me foggy
I ain’t even got no kids, she call me daddy, call my poppa
Ion’t even go out but when I step out, better know I’m on boss shit
Ion’t give a fuck, ain’t come in this shit for no awards
And since I started drinkin' or drink bad face, still holdin' my cup
God, I need you to work on me and fix me up and help me up
Nigga, I need you to watch me back, don’t let shit go under that I can see
Ain’t no kizzy in my rizzay, you can go ask Trizzay
Last night, big bruh, we rolled up ounces, lil' bitch, we get big high
Ayy, ain’t no questions, only answers, cross 'em over like A.I. (A.I., A.I.)
Catch him at the corner like we just sharing, I’ma leave him in a bundle
I don’t wanna argue, show me some money and show me where your commas?
I hate it when you lie to me, I love when you keep it honest
I don’t wanna argue, show me some money and show me where your commas?
I hate it when you lie to me, I love when you keep it honest
Yeah