3Nine America Lyrics

One-take shit, look

Jordan Block, 3-Nine shit, look

We sold dope by the bundle, only sell it by the movie now

Moving slow motion, was a Hot Boy as a juvenile

All you do is follow trends, how the fuck do you have style

We was in the trenches, cheffing up like it was Mr. Chow's

We selling cookie like a bake sale

Once upon a time, touched a bird, hood fairy tale

Bagging up with a eye, never even need a scale

Know the hustlers feeling every word like my verse was Braille

I told Hilton, fuck the Four Seasons

We get it popping with a bottle and like four treeshes

The more you make, the more they hate and that's plain to see

Mo' money, Mo' murder, word to AZ

Sit back, relax, catch a contact

Sip some Cognac and let's all stack some money, nigga

If I tell you that I love you, then I mean it, you my brother, nigga

It's always us, never them, fuck them other niggas

I try to keep it real when everything is fake

I try to show them love and all they do is hate

Before I had a job, OT was the interstate

Came a long way from chopping grams on mama's dinner plates

I'm getting older now, heart a little colder now

Lee, that's my favorite line, glad you ever wrote it down

You my brother, if you need me, I'ma hold it down

Pressure bust pipes, this for life, ain't no folding now

I'm getting older now, heart a little colder now

Lee, that's my favorite line, glad you ever wrote it down

You my brother, if you need me, I'ma hold it down

Pressure bust pipes, this for life, ain't no folding now

Jordan Block shit

3-Nine America