Three

3 (3,3); 3 (3,3) [Verse 1: Cam Groves] Yeah I was high when I wrote this song, smoke a bong and my vocals gone Every bar I'm focused on so they pull my card like Pokemon We Smoked It All, been long awaited, and I know I'm not your favorite But if Spose won, I was nominated, write a song a day until I'm dominating I'm on my way kid, ándale Your career is on delay And when your dreams have gone away You should get a job, what your mom would say Keep it honest, man, every song I play Rep P. Dank, I'm on my game If I'm a joke, then y'all is fake Bitch I go hard till the condom break Keep giving it, giving it raw My flippity-dippity jaw Quick with the piff and the fifth in my grip, I be sipping that shit till I'm sick as a dog Aw, and y'all don't want none of me, son I'm doing something different, y'all a bunch of fucking reruns Change the station mother fucker, pass the clicker ‘Cause I'm losing all my patience and I think my raps are sicker Yo, y'all know my flow is ill This time around it's overkill I'm showing skill and growing still Pass the mic to Spose, he knows the drill [Verse 2: Spose] I just walked in with some Bissell and backwoods ‘cause I can afford it, our troubles assorted A double-performance, I feel like I'm riding on dolphins, I know that I'm building endorphins We see it, we write it, we spit it, record it Third time around, I feel like I'm in orbit S to the P-I-Z-Y, three times, drop a couple albums, had a kid in the meantime If you had sent me a message, it had better to be just to offer me money My daughter just walked in the basement and she looked at me, she said, "Daddy, I'm hungry" They say they real but they never are When I rap it is a seminar You don't come near to my metaphors I just bought weed with a debit card Good God of Maine, and the King of Wells [?] ringing my syllables Ended my tour down in Philadelph Sensitive rapper, go kill yourself If you're for real, hit me in the daytime bruh I'm working and working it till the day I'm done Violins strung and the bassline bumped and the best I ever do it from the place I'm from I got confidence and a pair of boots Jumped out a plane with no parachute Assurances I have got very few I gotta stay sick, keep the Theraflu We got no time for no rappers who rap as a hobby and rap once a week If you down with us then put up that peace Okay, add one more finger that's three