Intro (Definition of Fuck Shit 3)

[Verse 1:]
Y’all
Who gonna separate the boys from the men
Chopper from the building
DJ little cheat
Who gonna separate the boys from the men
Chopper from the building
DJ Victoria
They shoot us from the shot
You know the other n*ggas are rush n*ggas five
They down their own alley
Definition is par 3
Fuck the industry
All of your shooter they fuck with me
Plenty death threats
Shooter they plotting to kill me
At a boy gets all lugs
Like they killed Pac and Murphy
Party thugs they n*ggas

[Chorus:]
Good luck to the mother with no feelings
I had to do it again to say topic I raise up to the ceiling
I said Father please help me
Clean my soul and I repent
From all the n*ggas we slay
Play with me I ain’t forgiven
Talking that duct tape n*gga
Good luck to the mother with no feelings
I had to do it again to say topic I raise up to the ceiling
I said Father please help me
Clean my soul and I repent
From all the n*ggas we slay
Play with me I ain’t forgiven

[Verse 2:]
Talking that shit we pulling a bullet in their hind end and we don’t get tired
We ain’t shit we let shit fly
N*ggas are wide
You know you see me out thugging
Big building on me
Gotta keep it on the goodie we tripping
All this mother fucking saying
I think I got my business
Cloudy cocaine I got my nosebleed
Ready to go and get this demon out
My grandma got skeletons
Got pinned up with felonies
Been up before I die
Before they suit me for heaven
The same n*ggas hate
To want the front like they helping
From all of this money sometimes it’s hard to keep sanity
Gotta sleep in this building
Can’t let the streets get the best of me
I love all of my n*ggas but I can’t [?]
I don’t owe them shit
I was spinning
My jacket trap money n*gga
Took my name off that dotted line
They was sleeping with enemy
So they was a frenemy
Snapped my wrist about them shackle my legs slave for a frenemy
Gotta work from my jail cell
Get money by my damn self
Since they dropped Ray
Still boulevards n*gga
Black robbers n*gga
Definition of fuck shit you know it’s par 3 n*gga
Who gonna separate the boys from the men
Chopper from the building
Everything I do
Shooter from the shot
Thank you come again