FLOOR 3 Lyrics

(Man get fried in the night

Your boy got fried broad-day

[pissed]

Man sit back wid' a spliff

Fuck all them bruddas

Fuck all their kin)

Like 3 stripe crep when I step u can't cop them man got unlimited steeze

Like pickin' up haze from bro jus' pack that down in the OCB

Got bare grass stains on my skin like woulda' thought I scored then slid on my knees

Truesay' we done scored up here, call up G

Then your boy deceased

Like fuck all the talkin' cap it

Man chasin' the paper a habit

You say that you top of the game, top of the field but you mid' like you Matic

Truesay' bro your track don't matter

Spit on the track g I run it Mo Salah

Like 14 pills hit me like Santana

Now it's jus' J's n' me like Jammer

(Man get fried in the night

Your boy got fried broad-day

[pissed]

Man sit back wid' a spliff

Fuck all them bruddas

Fuck all their kin)

Keep on selling your lies to the system

Panic hit the town and their losing their children

Burning gold just to find what is rooted in the tree

And now you're talking to the mirror too late

And your fighting just to shake off the pain, ah ah

And you're talking to the mirror too late

And your fighting just to shake off the pain, ah ah

Keep on selling your lies to the system

Panic hit the town and their losing their children

Burning gold just to find what is rooted in the tree

And now you're talking to the mirror too late

And your fighting just to shake off the pain, ah ah

And you're talking to the mirror too late

And your fighting just to shake off the pain, ah ah

(Woah)

Like chasin' the millis'

Step in the crep can't cop on the mains cau' the price too silly

Speed downtown in this bust' down Skoda, co-cola cau' the rev' come fizzy

Brudda went geek for the kilo

Said brudda went geek for the beno'

Like ride down town wid' my ski' like bro got a ski mask on he don't even ski

Bro I got drip on my jeans but the label say I can't wash in machine

No brudda gon' chat on my killy can't phase man

Like say you got heat but it's fake no spray tan

Lick down mic like I can't even care

Got too many bars and they all too rare

Too many flows and they, off the dome no Joe on the westside near to my zone

(Man get fried in the night

Your boy got fried broad-day

[pissed]

Man sit back wid' a spliff

Fuck all them bruddas

Fuck all their kin)

Keep on selling your lies to the system

Panic hit the town and their losing their children

Burning gold just to find what is rooted in the tree

And now you're talking to the mirror too late

And your fighting just to shake off the pain, ah ah

And you're talking to the mirror too late

And your fighting just to shake off the pain, ah ah

Keep on selling your lies to the system

Panic hit the town and their losing their children

Burning gold just to find what is rooted in the tree

And now you're talking to the mirror too late

And your fighting just to shake off the pain, ah ah

And you're talking to the mirror too late

And your fighting just to shake off the pain, ah ah