3 Fingers Down

[Chorus: Envy Caine]
Them hard times placed me in this circle full of sinners
Dark clouds, prayin' blindfolded to them spirits
We got authorities collectin', close the line, [?] stuck in prison
The day I catch the one who did it I'ma risk it all and get him

[Verse 1: Envy Caine]
I earned my spot, sat in the back and now they swappin' out seats
Take a look who made the stage and got 'em boppin' like me
They know my style, I sell 'em dreams, suck me slop' then I leave
They wanted Perc's, the whole time I had 'em coppin' Aleve
Shorty quick to prove himself 'cause he don't got a name
I got highlights in the streets that I don't gotta claim
Outta town bro flushin' pounds and I provide the caine
Shot so many, I got rank, and took a lot of chains
Who keepin' score? 'Cause we winnin'
We gave 'em belt so much somebody go, they say we did it
I went to war with bro, we can't be fallin' out over bitches
Until that case prove, he did bad, that nigga snitchin'
God gon' tell you I’m the realest

[Chorus: Envy Caine]
Them hard times placed me in this circle full of sinners
Dark clouds, prayin' blindfolded to them spirits
We got authorities collectin', close the line, [?] stuck in prison
The day I catch the one who did it I'ma risk it all and get him

[Verse 2: Neno Brown]
I'm from the trenches, niggas love to hate
No lawyer, he went to trial with fate
She saw her son and fainted
You a killer, either death or cages
Your work don't matter if we saw your statement
He showed his hand so we had to snake him
Boogie ratted and I kind of thank him
If he didn't, would've been with him tryna catch a B
If he didn't, nigga fuck around and told on me
You seen your dog turn snake, you gotta let him be
You think they loyal, you gotta wait and see
Coke showed me structure, we in the club, shooters in the V
You ain't that if you ain't spin with me
No coat in the winter, wasn't there with me
No food in the fridge, you ain't share with me
In the trenches you a lion or a fox
For my bros I'll put the iron to my pops
Niggas think I'm lyin', but I'm not
My homie served my homie's moms, he kept tellin' him to stop
He kept doin' it, saw him lackin', put one in his top
His older brother mad he ain't there, he on the rock
Appeal came through now he walkin' down bro block
Bro came out throwin' out trash in Crocs
His mom start yellin' when she heard all them shots
My homie laid there, his brother jog down the block
Called his homie phone like, "Who wanna swap for this Glock?"
Police tracked his phone, SWAT kicked in his spot
Bro grabbed his blick and he threw one in the top
All he heard was, "Get down", nigga, it's the cops
Bro ain't goin' back unless they put him in a box