3rdeye (CHOPPEDNSCORRED) ft. Evil East King & EYCH EYEVNSN Lyrics

Y'all bitches some hoes and I wanted that gold

So I kept to myself

Bitch, this the renaissance

Only with the realest hoe, too lit for you punk motherfuckers

If anyone wanna battle Simba

Find me in the jungle with gorilla folk

Shoot a pussyboy and his gang down line 'em up in a row

Even though I'm Mowgli, still go fuck on dey hoe

Kids down her throat

Take her back to the mo, filming hardcore

Yes

All in control

Stealing yo' soul

Don't act fake woke!

Those who are fake

All one & the same

Even those who were real

Lies stacked upon lies displaying normalities the same

Nobody is sane

Nobody says anything

Same unoriginal thots, copy a lot

I seen how they watch

Reflect a lot, get hit with the spectra dot

Weakest link get dropped from the knot

No comfort with cots

We need to stop

Producing equivalent totems for those who pretend to be woke

Preventing the process and instead Influencing false beliefs (what?)

Concepts misinterpretation for lost

Get out my face you fired I'm the boss

You looking like an apprentice

Hurts but I meant it

Everything entertaining

For her, it's been a minute

Keepin' up in the hole see me in it

How you expect to make it when you ain't?

Can't appreciate the methods, ya just hate

Just another cold case, fuckin' lame

Died trying to live

But that moment ceased to exist

Gone on-gone on a riff

Put my dick up in her ribs and she licking on her lips

Would've thought my tip had barbecue sauce

G located at the g-spot, no myth

Blowing shit up like I'm Sid

I'm not even tryna live

Keep the Henny close, dirty poison make me sip

Mafioso doin errythang big

Citizens living everyday grey

Raptured the stage, bow in appraise

Turn off the TV

And start over again

Third eye open, if you don't use it then the other two are closing

You fuck-fucking with him but those other boys is posing

The most dangerous person in your life is your best friend

You better hope that you're on good terms or make amends

And I ain't even got to the damage of your parents

Most bratty shit I ever thought of was, 'why didn't they love us enough to make us rich?'

I love-love my parents enough that I wanna make 'em rich so they can finally choose to split

Damned if you do, damned if you don't

I still don't know shit, even though I'm an adult

Eighteen just means an adult kid

I'm a big kid-big kid, doing adult shit

I'm still fucking up 'cause I haven't adapt-adapted

No one put up with this no more, since I'm really on some grown man shit

I'm fucking up still and looking around, like whoa what's happening

I had to tap in to myself so there was no game for me to hear

Now when you want me to listen, don't-don't expect me to give you an ear

Don't tell me how to dress or how you expect me to steer

I guess if I wreck closer to my destination then that's still progress

And the wheels fell off so that makes sure that I can't regress

Things are just happening so I could never stress

It's only lane for me to take to be my best

Looking for me, that's just straight ahead

That gives me a reason everyday to get out of my bed

Now I would never want to switch with you instead

It's been a pipe dream for every movie maker to have his own mixing stage...

Uh... in any city or home