SHED III by Callon B (Ft. Pablo Pacino & Simple)
SHED III by Callon B (Ft. Pablo Pacino & Simple)

SHED III

Callon B & Simple * Track #3 On Mayan Cigars

SHED III Lyrics

[Verse 1: Simple]

Guess it was sometime in 2008, pockets straight
On the clock today, servin orders of quarters quick dap as I walk away
Woke up feeling calm something smoking on my arm
Bad bitch with a bubble but and some bubba kush
Passin me the blunt as I rise... Tank top, hoopin shorts, high socks as I slide...
Take a look in my eyes, I realize that real life only occurs when I'm high
Evil in my eyes I'm seeing what I wanna see
Greatness on my mind, I'm thinking what I'm gonna be
The greatest of all time, you believe that shit far fetched
Ah shit, arm stretch, back hand the Loch Ness
I got this on lock boy, you dreaded as long as your wisdom and excellence
Grow my beard, this prophetic shit, well past my years open your ears
As i pin this here on whiskey and medicine
Bitch I'm on Edison, when I light up the microphone I graph images
Life in motion picture this, solely the soundtrack when shit blow up in the background
Back to the lab inventing new methods to kill this shit
Leaving all the evidence, and pleading innocence
In a sense I did a favor to the community, Ain't I
Basically like a hero?
Ladies shakin me like ain't he such a weirdo?
Have you even seen my new bitch?
Stop talking you're just sounding stupid, have you even heard my new shit?
Just open your ears and vehicle that you pass while your cruisin
Only show up on exam days and I'm late?
Teacher asking me how I pulled a damn grade?
I told that bitch I lamp shade!
I cool, chilling in the corner, while I'm smoking marijuana
Right now I'm free styling off the dome I....
Know this supposed to go on the album but I don't wanna really give a fuck
I told a bad bitch just to give it up, I told a bad bitch just to give it up
Pucker your lips if you finna suck, uck

[Verse 2: Callon B]

Man it seems like yesterday, I guesstimate tomorrow will too
I ain't got no time to spare but can I barrow a few?
From you, hear me out see my phone been in a drought
Shit's dryer than my mouth, yeah I'm high but I'm down
Tired of this town but prolly miss it when I'm out
Getting around, but I got to get it now
You get it now? If you think it I'm on it
Been one, since we was, monoatomic
Part Onyx with the tail of a comet, ya
See you've forgotten so you see why I'm joggin, uh
Young Adonis, I'm admired by the Aphrodite's
Land living, no meat in my appetite
Won't chase but I bathe in a water fall, stay to myself I don't bother y'all
Consumed in my tomb when I see Harry Potter on
Hate pausing when my Father call
He works the late shift, I'm fresh off a day trip
So I ain't really down for small talk.....I hate it
But patience is virtue, candles stay lit
In the Zen garden, flicker when the wave hit
Export to a WAV and I save it, so when It plays you can sing it verbatim
They'll for sure hate him, on top cuz it's real firm placement
Doc made this is his basement, even underground you ain't adjacent
Just dirt and the last shit I heard, kept you off my playlist
Stay at a hey, and then walk away basis
Except in crowded places, just don't speak...
Walk right by like you don't know me.....
You don't know B, or yourself, or your history

[Verse 3: Pablo Pacino]

Ahhh your history....
Times of the essence, it ain't no time like the present
Counting up my blessings and the futures what I'm manifesting
Seeing through the nonsense in the adolescent
These niggas headed in the wrong direction
And my complexion got women wanting to sex me
She say ya light skinned, my dick hang like a dark skinned
Baby I'm the best of both worlds so take your pic
Feeling like the man around here, ya I'm the shit
My ace touchin on P's so we busting down bricks
You got what we want, we pull out pistols and hitting licks
Say you bout business, but you ain't doing none of that
These cats is flip flop, they soft as flap jacks
I'm sick as anthrax, clocking in and clocking out to weigh up packs
I just sit back relax and take notes, these niggas gone tell on they selves
They doing the most, my team keep it low key but we can brag and boast
Everybody all winning, fuck it propose a toast
Maaaan let me go in real quick, Simple, Callon man listen to me man
A smooth criminal but no Mike Jack, I'm Pimp relaxed
I got a chick I hit her phone she got call right back
Intertwining with some angels but some demons as well
I'm cool as hell but cross that line I guess I'm whipping his tail
Go run and tell you catch a spell my partner cover my bail
Oooh Weee slow down? Naw I read em like brail
Fake niggas see through and I can't wait to see you
Y'all feel me? You feel that?
Fake niggas see through and I can't wait to see you
Pablo

SHED III Q&A

Who produced SHED III's ?

SHED III was produced by Doc Genius.

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