paroles de chanson I'm On 3.0 - Snoop Dogg , Fabolous , T.I. , Styles P , Chamillionaire , Gary Clark, Jr. , Rick Ross , Curren$y , Royce da 5'9" , Trae tha Truth , Dave East , DRAM , Mark Morrison , Tee Grizzley , G-Eazy
They
say
three
times
the
charm,
huh?
I
got
ya
Yeah,
all
gas,
fast,
livin′
like
somethin'
was
speedin′
Ashy
to
classy,
now
I
bless
'em
like
someone
who
sneezin'
I′m
only
here
to
give
′em
pressure,
bitch,
picture
me
squeezin'
Against
the
world
like
I
was
Pac,
wasn′t
nobody
believin'
Nothin′
deceivin',
know
the
truth,
what
the
fuck
you
was
needin′?
Gather
this
evenin'
for
the
one,
reputation
was
steamin'
Vision
me
gleamin′
from
the
mud,
ain′t
no
point
in
you
cleanin'
I′m
motivation
for
the
ones
who
nobody
was
feedin'
Automatic
still
give
′em
the
same
kick
Started
the
sideline,
now
I'm
starrin′
in
game
6
Spit
and
make
'em
replay
it
like
they're
stuck
on
the
same
disc
Work,
I
give
′em
new,
never
stretchin′
the
same
brick
Never
the
same
chick,
yeah
I'm
still
on
that
same
shit
Cop
me
a
new
spot,
tryna
see
where
the
plane
fits
Picture
me
with
a
crown,
next
to
that
where
my
name
sits
Galaxy
in
the
ceilin′
just
to
show
'em
what
fame
gets
In
the
heart
of
the
jungle
walkin′
through
the
fire
You
beat
the
charge
if
you
show
up
with
an
alibi
Runnin'
wild
in
the
city,
no
direction
All
we
know
is
get
that
dough,
run
up
the
checks
and
I′m
self-made,
wasn't
made
for
the
military
Get
paid,
dodge
jail
and
the
cemetery
You
better
reach
for
the
stars,
take
your
best
shot
You
let
them
haters
kill
your
dream,
your
ass
be
assed
out,
forreal
Fill
a
Backwood
with
three
nicks
V6,
cut
the
coke,
remix
Squeeze
clips
if
ever
we
hear
that
he
snitched
I'm
allergic
to
broke
niggas
in
the
precinct
Found
out
my
man
was
hatin′
and
we
ain′t
speak
since
Barney's,
Nord′s
can't
add
up
the
paper
we
spent
Tryna
get
drunk,
I′m
tokin',
I
got
a
P
bent
I
touched
a
million,
ain′t
sleep
since,
on
defense
Freedom
got
me
feelin'
like
I
flown
up
Out
of
prison,
I
ain't
think
that
I
was
blowin′
up
Bunch
of
young
rich
niggas
holdin′
Rollies
up
Run
up
on
us,
watch
how
quick
I'll
lift
the
toaster
up
Money
got
me
feelin′
like
you
can't
control
us
Servin′,
watchin'
out
for
the
patrollers
We
used
to
play
the
game,
bring
your
controllers
Seen
niggas
get
killed,
heart
froze
up
Picked
up
them
choppas,
got
to
go
and
duck
Shootin′
everything
up,
it
ain't
no
ho
in
us
Shit
ain't
even
last,
free
bro
and
them
In
Chicago
I′m
home,
that′s
on
foe
and
them
Now
I'm
thinkin′
right
'cause
I
see
I
can
make
it
Saw
the
fam
strugglin′
and
I
couldn't
take
it
You
got
it
out
the
mud,
I
got
it
out
the
pavement
I
used
to
miss
payments,
got
the
title,
dare
you
try
to
take
it
Triple
OG
Never
without
vision
or
livin′
goal-free
Never
writ
it
though
I've
been
out
gettin'
this
since
′03
Every
little
red
cent
and
every
dividend
Has
been
counted
and
acquired
Been
legit,
legal
and
been
with
the
code
I′m
colder
than
December
in
the
winter
cold
Look,
I've
been
out
givin′
canned
goods
and
clothes
To
the
children
on
34th,
real
nigga,
ugh
I
could
put
you
on
like
socks
Put
you
on
like
my
watch
Put
you
on
the
block,
you
can
get
that
off
Put
you
on
the
right
lot,
you
can
get
that
coke
Put
you
on
like
a
fitted
Put
you
on
in
my
city
Got
the
stars
in
the
ceilin',
that′s
the
Wraith
Got
the
top
in
the
trunk,
that's
a
don
I
could
give
it
to
a
nigga
either
way
′cause
I'm
on,
L
I'm
on,
I′m
on
I′m
on,
I'm
on
I′m
on,
I'm
on
I′m
on,
yeah
Wakin'
up,
feelin′
good,
rollin'
through
the
neighborhood
Do
or
die,
every
day,
I
lead
'em
in
a
different
way
I
don′t
take
no
mess,
get
it
off
of
my
chest
I′ma
be
dressed
to
impress,
no
stress,
fresh
Off
the
east
side,
Trae
called
me
up
and
said
"Unc
I'ma
need
you
on
the
b-side"
So
I
came
through,
ah,
mic
checked,
one-two,
uh
Gettin′
real
funky,
kinda
smell
like
manure
Eight
cars,
eight
stars
Return
of
the
mack
with
these
hot
eight
bars
Flip
through
it,
dip
through
it
This
is
the
shit
that'll
make
you
get
to
it
Break
down,
give
it
up,
pour
it
up
Now
drink
it
up,
roll
it
up
Light
it
up,
how
you
feel,
y′all?
See
you
in
high
definition
with
a
mothafuckin'
real
Dogg
And
every
day
I′m
on
And
if
I
wasn't,
then
why
would
I
say
I'm
on?
Get
an
M
and
get
low,
that′s
the
Dre
I′m
on
Get
a
B
in
blue,
that's
the
Jay
I′m
on
They
on
sidelines
watchin'
what
play
I′m
on
I
call
a
audible,
that's
what
a
baller
do
They
keep
askin′
me,
is
there
more
to
do?
Well
ain't
water
wet?
Well
then
it's
more
to
get
To
my
shorty′s
set,
and
his
shorty′s
set
This
game
ain't
over,
it′s
more
quarters
left
I
gotta
rep
my
city,
do
it
for
the
set
I
gotta
talk
my
shit
until
I'm
short
of
breath
′Cause
the
world
is
full
of
niggas
tryna
off
your
on
switch
Tryna
find
a
place
that
your
coffin
gon'
fit
Me
and
my
niggas
on
some
confidant
shit
And
we
ain′t
really
feelin'
that
off
and
on
shit,
I'm
on
Maybach
Music
Chasin′
paper,
starin′
out
the
casket
Was
a
stunna
'til
they
froze
all
the
assets
Killers
at
your
neck
′til
you
cut
a
check
You
talkin'
′bout
the
money,
nigga,
where
it's
at?
Cars
for
my
dogs,
do
it
for
the
cause
Right
back
here
tomorrow,
nigga,
inshallah
Prayin′
on
my
knees,
do
it
for
the
keep
Do
it
for
the
team,
or
I'ma
let
it
be
Chamilitary
mane
They
thought
I
was
done,
but
really
I
ain't
even
stress
it
Just
look
at
all
the
dough
I
got
invested
Two
years
and
two
billion
dollar
exits
And
now
your
relevance
ain′t
lookin′
that
impressive
(it
ain't)
So
glad
we
ain′t
gotta
chase
relevance
And
I
would
like
to
thank
the
dead
presidents
For
not
livin'
forever-ever,
forever-ever
For
all
of
them
that
passed,
I′ve
been
gettin'
paid
ever
since
Be
okay,
still
paid,
still
stackin′
it
We
gon'
stay,
courtside,
that's
accurate
We
gon′
take
the
White
House
and
get
back
in
it
They
tried
to
turn
us
in
to
the
villains
like
Colin
Kaepernick
But
it′s
okay,
Gotham
City
needs
savin'
They′ll
fight
back
but
I'ma
shock
′em
like
Raiden
I
don't
fold,
I
don′t
quit
and
don't
cave
in
Your
worst
nightmare,
Freddy
Krueger,
Wes
Craven
I'm
on,
I′m
on
I′m
on,
I'm
on
I′m
on,
I'm
on
I′m
on,
yeah
And
I
don't
think
he
really
needs
any
coachin′
The
weather's
gettin'
hot,
Eazy
Season
approachin′
Came
up
and
everybody
sees
the
devotion
I
put
the
work
in,
I
cause
a
commotion
Whenever
I′m
in
public,
modern-day
Elvis
Hoes
at
my
shows
wanted
selfies
Made
it
here
and
ain't
nobody
helped
us
Now
I′m
on
a
path
to
be
great
So
they
say,
that's
what
everybody
tells
us
Raised
knee-deep
in
the
dope
game
If
I
had
two
guns
up
then
they
was
both
aimed
Saturday
mornin′,
I'm
watchin′
Soul
Train
Eatin'
leftover
food,
lo-mein
Now
I'm
plant-based,
couple
juice
bars
I′m
on
now,
I
don′t
care
if
the
stamp
straight
Told
Trae
I'm
the
truth
like
his
name
is
Can
show
you
what
pain
is,
I′ll
tell
you
what
game
is,
Ghost
I'm
on,
I′m
on
I'm
on,
I′m
on
I'm
on,
I'm
on
I′m
on,
I′m
on
I'm
on,
I′m
on
I'm
on,
I′m
on
Ayy
Trae,
let
The
Counselor
speak
E-40!
The
best
that
ever
did
it
and
got
away
with
it
Let
The
Counselor
speak
Not
a
septic
tank,
but
I'm
with
the
shit
On
my
coast,
I′m
the
topic
and
the
subject
Where
I'm
from
it's
hella
squeeze
and
heathens′
guns
bust
I
wish
that
TD
Jakes
would
come
and
pray
for
us
They
pimpin′,
they
flockin',
they
like
to
steal
and
rob
Backdoor
their
loved
ones,
inside
job
That′s
why
I
stay
with
a
stapler,
a
baby
tomahawk
Life
or
death
situations
in
case
I
gotta
pop
I
made
a
promise
to
the
lord
that
I'ma
keep
it
funky
Never
switched,
never
sell
my
soul
for
money
I
always
been
for
right,
maybe
that′s
what's
wrong
Now
I′m
on
like
the
most
requested
song
Since
a
teen,
I
was
doin'
my
thing,
Magazine
On
the
1300
block,
we
had
a
machine
I
had
a
quarter
mil'
at
the
age
of
19
In
the
kitchen
cookin′
birdies
with
no
wings
The
best
rappers
come
from
the
gravel,
the
slums
Empty
rack
with
spaghetti
sauce
jars
rockin′
up
crumbs
It
ain't
easy
bein′
on
for
30
years
to
see
the
glitter
and
glamour
But
not
the
blood,
sweat
and
tears
I'm
an
old
ass
youngsta,
bruh,
I′m
a
vet
Sick
Wid
It
Records,
sellin'
cassettes
before
the
internet
I
never
made
a
mixtape
in
my
life
But
one
day
I′ma
do
it
for
my
fans,
the
people
that
saved
my
life
I'm
on
I'm
on,
I′m
on
I′m
on,
I'm
on
I′m
on,
I'm
on
I′m
on,
yeah
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