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third rail - quincy vidal lyrics

[verse 1: ce]

i’m tryna be the n-gga with the money
i’m tryna be the n-gga with the sl1ck whip
a big d-ck, and food up in my tummy
i’m tryna be the n-gga’s n-gga
a mixture
between my tunnel vision of a dream and the bigger picture
i’m tryna be hip, i’m tryna be pop
i’m tryna be ripped, i’m tryna be hot
i’m tryna be me, but only just a little
don’t ever show too much of yourself, the people fickle
i’m tryna have a radio hit
a video with, h-lla weed in it
so they see ce ain’t afraid of no spliff
i’m tryna be black as kendrick, looking like wiz khalifa
hair like a puerto rican, speakin’ like a school teacher
black enough to get shot down in the streets
light enough to feel guilty not getting stopped by police
code switching on a b-tch and feeling stupid when i do it
confused because there’s more than one slanguage in which i’m fluent…
i’m tryna be white enough for these hipsters…
but black enough for them to know i’ll f-cking k!ll them if they call me n-gga
sh-t ain’t changed i’m the same f-cker
tryna be brooklyn, and still remain free from these suckas, sucka
(you stupid muhf-ckas…)

[verse 2: le’asha julius]

i’m tryna be the n-gga with the flyest homies
and any c-nt that cross me i will tell them b-tches blow me
creepin’ in the night, fleekin’ on the mic
i swore to the highest i wasn’t gon’ speak ’til time was right
but time is up, it’s past due
it’s time to disrespect you
dog you a stray turning p-ssy
oops i blast you
i’m past you
higher i’m incredible
that sh-t you spit dog to me that sh-t is edible
i eat you up and like your sk!lls that sh-t is dreadable
it’s flammable i light it up
engulfed in embar-ssment
your skin ain’t tough enough
i’ve had enough
now watch me i’ma deebo
and i will repo all your stuff
i rock, ruff n’ stuff with my dreadloc puff
rock the cuff on my loc
watch your mouth it ain’t a bluff
i strike your babyface one time and leave a scuff
scoffin’
n-ggas really dreamin’ they lost it
stop it
if you think you gonna make a prophet
i promise that i will k!ll it when i spit it
that’s my job here
look at me, i done did it

[ce: she done did it, n-gga!]

i done sh-tted

[ce: she done sh-tted, n-gga! get some diapers, blood!]

[verse 3: ce & le’asha julius]

[lj]
blah da dee da da dah

yabba dabba doo

[ce & lj]
put your hands to the sky
they put a bullet in you!

[ce]
look, f-ck a pig and what he say
f-ck a pig and what she say
we f-ckin’ whoever up when the dj let that beat play

[lj]
feelin’ like fools
it’s the red white and blue

[ce]
yea we labor for change
still ain’t no change in the news
what you gonna do when they come for you?

[lj]
like a thief in the night come to brainwash you

[ce]
jimmy kimmel might could show you what a brainwash do

[lj]
donald trump might could front the government a mil or two

[ce]
rich men take the fish
so the poor stay poor, uh

[lj]
but n-ggas ain’t home
po-po at the door

[ce]
.44 to they skull
hand cannon ’bout to blow
but that kickback a b-tch
so my grip tighten mo’

[lj]
this sick typa flow
keep a b-tch bitin’ though
so im rick grimin’ hoes

[ce]
third rail n-gga whoaaaa

[lj]
whoaaaaaaaa

[ce & lj]
don’t touch it ‘less you wanna get fried in the gutta

[ce]
then cl1ck clack a snapchat of your body sent to your mother

[lj]
n0body can save you when you dead from the zap
that’s why them muhf-ckas tell you mind the gap!

- quincy vidal lyrics

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