3hree Kings

[Verse 1: AK]

I got 7 mac 11's, it's a 147 on any peasant

With a stone cold vengance will get ya brethren

This the daily routine chase dreams and scoop cream

But of course this broke niggas wanna get in between

So i keep my eye wide on the New York crime side

It's 33 reasons why i'm just too fly

My aura stay beaming indigo blue feeding off ya soul

Fool beating off the pro tools ahh

Do what i gotta till my crew hold a lotta ones

Momma see what i become shining on the world her son

Told me i would be the one way before neyo

You niggas ain't believe though now i'm bombing like my weed smoke bitch!

[Verse 2: Issa Gold]

Smoking on this loosie still elegant like a 2 piece

Mister writing on my iPhone i stuffed my pockets with lose leafs

Like loose leaves fall in autumn i turn the clock never stalled em

Spit fire like we some sawyers they look they never saw us

I'm painting let me do my thang yo type always bend a name or 2 that i'm 7 chains

Bumping they music will leave stupid like heroin rather medicine

That sticky that proper sediment for better man

Like a black hearse we lead and we stay ahead of them

Edison the way the light bulbs on my head they shimmering

If yo shit ain't lit you ain't using yo head sever it

Shoutout for the battle but none of these niggas helmets fit ughh!

You unprepared homie you need my messages

My flow like walking on stilts giving niggas that leverage dropping gems and shit

Filled up inside of my penmanship peep the redder it

We make new rules like we presidents

I'm tryna win but in the process of a better man

Who you better than? never me nigga i got synonym

Stay anonymous only few niggas conspire with

Spitting higher shit that boom bap lyrical scientist

People trying it tell em conquer their whole environment

Yo tv lying man flip egg brain and they frying it

Devine, illuminated fire spinning 3 eyes

Creating my reality since a nigga was knee high

[Verse 3: Freeway]

See i, come through and always handle my B.I

Rock split life after death shouts to B.I

G.I Puppies up in heavens with the angels

Leave them niggas on ankles sting them niggas like a bee hive

We are street kings similar to T.I

We are 3 kings gifted on the M.I

C.I see why niggas hate cuz we up

Mad as shit cuz they down

I would hate to be y'all

My gun would make you revolve

I got 8, 38's increase the murder rates

I send niggas to pearly gates

I Know magic my gun would make you levitate

Hit you with the shotty catch a body then we celebrate