Chorus: To fall in love, with the things you do don't sell yourself to fall in love with those things you do.
(Baatin) Lady's lovin’ my music is like some sex shit niggas trying to grip up my mic like it's a dick run around the corner to pick up the new shit toss this in the deck so niggas can catch wreck I'm the motherfucker gripping the mic like it's a joke niggas fall in love with the music like its a ho' Put down your mic you lost your whole goal you take it too seriously like it's a gamble Fuck this rap shit i listen to classical in the studio loop as usual lovin’ my lyrical fuck bitches that you would know I'm out of this cause you wanna be below Yall niggas in love with the S Yall niggas in love with the S
Chorus
(T3) yeah, jay-dee man i see sometimes, i sit and wonder when i think about these written rhymes How'd i get to the point constantly taking all my time? Time i could of been spending gettin' cash, gettin' mine Hoping one day it comes around One day when i'm the nigga gettin' money, gettin' cash, gettin' signed Getting the fuck out the ghetto, cause i'm tired of crime But it's a crime that i feel this fucking waste of time But sometimes i feel like this shit here is a waste of time, yours and mine To these niggas out here trying to rhyme Your reason for a better should of been genuine I do it because it gives me a sort of peace-of-mind And for the love
Don’t sell yourself (Chorus)
yo, one-two word up, ah one-two, SV, word up, word up, alright.
(T3) Uh,uh,uh and to my nigga Jay-Dee uh, uh my nigga T-3 uh, oh that nigga Baatin uh, uh, thats my crew, yo, uh, oh this going out to my nigga Bust-a, and all my other motherfu-cka, what up to all you trying to bust, us. Trying to get down with us, cause we know you just mad as hell, yo i'll give em the mic, ehhh! So niggas don't know that I am, T-3 on the mic, i do what i do what i like, to get down right tonight. (cause?) Cause I get down tonight, yo niggas try and put up a fight, wit us, yo alright.