3 Foot Tall (Remix)

[Intro: Classified]
When you're alone, life can be a little rough
It makes you feel like you're three foot tall
When it's just you, well, times can be tough
When there's no one there to catch your fall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're—like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye

[Verse 1: Abstract]
Tryna change the world, sometimes you forget to change you
Fallin' on your own sword show you what that blade do
Walk into the blaze 'cause you thought that you were flameproof
Find out that we all live and die by the same truth
Every gift's a curse, for every hearse there's a crib made
Enrich the soil through closed doors and minds made
Up that we won't settle for less than what was promised to us
They told me, "Be patient," but, sorry, my patience had enough
Back home in the mountains, I counted on my revenge
We were cruisin' with the secret known only then by my friends
That you can come from anywhere, dream as big as it gets
I would lead by example and gift the world with the lens
'Cause the profit's my product, pivots the shift with a cause
Can spark the mind that lights the fire to enlighten us all
I keep my mind on the bigger picture, I'm framin' for all
Suggest you step back in my presence lest you thinkin' too small
Abstract

[Chorus: Classified]
When you're alone, life can be a little rough
It makes you feel like you're three foot tall
When it's just you, well, times can be tough
When there's no one there to catch your fall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye!

[Verse 2: Hendersin]
Yo, came in the game, fucked the opposition
Gotta learn these life lessons, I ain't got tuition
Back when I ain't had nothin', not a pot to piss in
And y'all people, you can talk, but I ain't got to listen
No lie
Fuck it, I ain't talkin' 2 Chainz
I been killin' it before Miya was wearin' mood rings and the game was Wu-Tang's
Knew that I would do things, I be great like Jordan's tongue stickin' out like I forgot my shoe strings
But miss me with the bull, no, I am not a matador
I don't even know what you other rappers matter for
And you bitch-made like a female Labrador
Here to bring down the house, oh, you ain't had a tour?
Let me be your tour guide
Flows—I spit 'em out like some fluoride, yeah
And I'ma give 'em fire like TNT in the dryer or Kanye West through The Wire; the beat's all that I require, yeah

[Chorus: Classified]
When you're alone, life can be a little rough
It makes you feel like you're three foot tall
When it's just you, well, times can be tough
When there's no one there to catch your fall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye!

[Verse 3: Huey Mack]
Hue!
Never let 'em sell you short or box you in (Nah)
I seen that shit again and again
They wanna see you doin' good but never better, that's the simple truth (Ya know?)
They love you when it suits agendas, don't get shit confused (Shit confused)
'Cause I've been loved, I've been hated—all in the same breath
My fear of failure left me afraid to go take the next step (Yeah)
But you can't live your life in that way (Nah)
Nah, you can't live afraid—tomorrow always brings another day (Yeah)
Shit, I had times I hated myself (True)
But fuck tryin' to be someone else
I know I'm never gonna be the picture-perfect Beyoncé
Had the swag of Jay and the confidence like I'm Kanye (Nope)
But I'm the best mothafuckin' me; the kid from WV that sold like twenty thousand CDs
They never even thought I'd sell one (Sell one!), so either way, you put that shit, I won
Hue

[Chorus: Classified, Yonas]
When you're alone, life can be a little rough
It makes you feel like you're three foot tall
When it's just you, well, times can be tough
When there's no one there to catch your fall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye (Yeah)
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye (I told 'em I got 'em on this one, baby)
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye! (Hahaha, yo)

[Verse 4: YONAS]
Yo, these rappers are all three feet
I rap like I got the cheat sheet
Almost nine albums, that's three three-peats
Shit, I opened up my life and let y'all all see me
It's like this email I keep writin' and I keep you all CC'd
You might catch me in the city, three girls and three Jeeps
You call her Stephanie, shit, I call her "skeet-skeet," hahaha!
Shit, I'm rated R, but I sneak it on the beats that's PG
Like C-P3, fire like a torch of tiki
Believe me, I'm too cheeky for TV
Extraterrestrial, I smack ET with my feces—it's easy
Steal his bike and his Reese's, I'm on some Giant shit, y'all little niggas only knee-deep, now hold up
'Cause I'm on my way right now, yeah, yeah
Y'all don't wanna play right now, oh, no
It's ya boy, Yonas, to the fullest
For this rap shit, take a bullet, hope y'all niggas understood it (What up!?)

[Chorus: Classified, Hi-Rez]
When you're alone, life can be a little rough
It makes you feel like you're three foot tall
When it's just you, well, times can be tough
When there's no one there to catch your fall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall (Yeah, yeah)
Aye, aye, aye, aye!

[Verse 5: Hi-Rez]
I wasn't happy for a long time
Followin' all the wrong signs
You'd lose your mind understandin' mine
Ain't nobody was a fan of mine
I'm the black sheep of the herd, in a crowded room I'm the elephant
Changin' lives with every single word, I will die before I ever quit
I was sinkin' mess, bouncin' off the walls
Everybody wanted me to fall
Ain't a rapper that would work with me
None of them would answer any calls
My day ones all flaked on me, or they turnin' to snakes on me
Yeah, y'all wanna be rich and famous, but y'all don't know what it take, homie
Comfortable not bein' comfortable, never outta my element
Last producer stole my money, this a remix—he ain't gettin' shit
Shouldn't be breathin' right now, almost end my life when depression hit
Bank accounts runnin' negative, relationships turnin' venomous
Pop's finally, you're proud of me, I was makin' seven hourly
Now when I go anywhere and I hit the stage, there's a crowd for me
Used to fake a smile, now it's real—now it's real
This was only for the fans—independent, fuck a deal
Rez

[Chorus: Classified]
When you're alone, life can be a little rough
It makes you feel like you're three foot tall
When it's just you, well, times can be tough
When there's no one there to catch your fall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Like you're three foot tall
Aye, aye, aye, aye!