"Too Easy 3" lyrics
Better off without you
And it's finally clear to see (I had fell back from the rappin' and shit, but I'm back in this shit)
That the person I was missing, it's not you, it's me (Ain't passin' it, I ain't passin' it, I ain't passin' it)
(It's Kaoticcc on the beat, we 'bout to walk 'em down)
Now I'm better off without you
And it's finally clear to see (Bah, bah, bah-bah-bah)
That the person I was missing, it's not you, it's me (Long live bro, nigga)
I had fell back from the rappin' and shit, I had to fuck around, let niggas get in they groove
Back on that timin', I got tired of hearin' that cap shit, I'm on that ass, I got somethin' to prove
Why would I sit here and kick it with any nigga that's just out here with nothin' to lose?
Dummy died for some chicken, should've went to Wendy's, nigga, maybe you would've got you some food
Only 19, but I walk with a .50, the day that I die in this shit, then I'm through
And I'm missin' my rappers, won't make the mistakes that they did, free Jaaybo and Long Live Dul
Rye from Mobile, Alabama, strike shit in the A, facin' over 30, free you too
Free them ones in that county that can't see they family, and juvi', the campers, man, free the whole zoo
I know a nigga that couldn't put his Wop down, that shit was stuck to his hip like glue
And if he was here, he'd probably knock some block down
Niggas dissin' like they done forgot what he threw
Bend Alexander, I got on feet, shit a ghost town, so I put the Wop to Du
Shit on PC, I ain't worried 'cause Wall, he the driver, someway how we makin' it through
It's the fully effect, so make sure you vaccinated or get hit with this shit like the flu
Only here for the neck, I don't wanna fuck 'cause I heard 'round town that the pussy was poo
If he reach, then he stretched, put down the .45, we skippin' straight to the 7.62
Nigga got on a vest, that shit was pointless, I aim for up top, tryna loosen his screws
I'm never changin', I'm still the same young dirty lil' nigga from way back when
And I'm forever sanctioned, I'm nothin' like niggas, my body different, this shit in my skin
He wrote a statement, yeah, that's my brother, but he could never claim that he a FN
If I don't got it, then you better sin, 'cause the other way 'round, then I'm shootin' like 10
They say that backdoor open and I better watch it, man, tell them niggas, "Knock it in"
You just a keyboard boxer, you never wanna slide, when that car come, you better get in
We get that lo', then I pull up, droppin', they think 'cause I'm rappin' this shit here pretend
And I'm bad with this wand, I could you how magic got Teezy erased, you'll be followin' in
I had fell back from the rappin' and shit, I had to fuck around, let niggas get in they groove
Back on that timin', I got tired of hearin' that cap shit, I'm on that ass, I got somethin' to prove
Why would I sit here and kick it with any nigga that's just out here with nothin' to lose?
Died for some chicken, should've went to Wendy's, nigga, maybe you would've got you some food
And I'm only 19, but I walk with a .50, the day that I die in this shit, then I'm through
And I'm missin' my rappers, won't make the mistakes that they did, free Jaaybo and Long Live Dul
Rye from Mobile, Alabama, strike shit in the A, facin' over 30, free you too
Free them ones in that county that can't see they family, and juvi', the campers, man, free the whole crew, gang
And it's finally clear to see (I had fell back from the rappin' and shit, but I'm back in this shit)
That the person I was missing, it's not you, it's me (Ain't passin' it, I ain't passin' it, I ain't passin' it)
(It's Kaoticcc on the beat, we 'bout to walk 'em down)
Now I'm better off without you
And it's finally clear to see (Bah, bah, bah-bah-bah)
That the person I was missing, it's not you, it's me (Long live bro, nigga)
I had fell back from the rappin' and shit, I had to fuck around, let niggas get in they groove
Back on that timin', I got tired of hearin' that cap shit, I'm on that ass, I got somethin' to prove
Why would I sit here and kick it with any nigga that's just out here with nothin' to lose?
Dummy died for some chicken, should've went to Wendy's, nigga, maybe you would've got you some food
Only 19, but I walk with a .50, the day that I die in this shit, then I'm through
And I'm missin' my rappers, won't make the mistakes that they did, free Jaaybo and Long Live Dul
Rye from Mobile, Alabama, strike shit in the A, facin' over 30, free you too
Free them ones in that county that can't see they family, and juvi', the campers, man, free the whole zoo
I know a nigga that couldn't put his Wop down, that shit was stuck to his hip like glue
And if he was here, he'd probably knock some block down
Niggas dissin' like they done forgot what he threw
Bend Alexander, I got on feet, shit a ghost town, so I put the Wop to Du
Shit on PC, I ain't worried 'cause Wall, he the driver, someway how we makin' it through
It's the fully effect, so make sure you vaccinated or get hit with this shit like the flu
Only here for the neck, I don't wanna fuck 'cause I heard 'round town that the pussy was poo
If he reach, then he stretched, put down the .45, we skippin' straight to the 7.62
Nigga got on a vest, that shit was pointless, I aim for up top, tryna loosen his screws
I'm never changin', I'm still the same young dirty lil' nigga from way back when
And I'm forever sanctioned, I'm nothin' like niggas, my body different, this shit in my skin
He wrote a statement, yeah, that's my brother, but he could never claim that he a FN
If I don't got it, then you better sin, 'cause the other way 'round, then I'm shootin' like 10
They say that backdoor open and I better watch it, man, tell them niggas, "Knock it in"
You just a keyboard boxer, you never wanna slide, when that car come, you better get in
We get that lo', then I pull up, droppin', they think 'cause I'm rappin' this shit here pretend
And I'm bad with this wand, I could you how magic got Teezy erased, you'll be followin' in
I had fell back from the rappin' and shit, I had to fuck around, let niggas get in they groove
Back on that timin', I got tired of hearin' that cap shit, I'm on that ass, I got somethin' to prove
Why would I sit here and kick it with any nigga that's just out here with nothin' to lose?
Died for some chicken, should've went to Wendy's, nigga, maybe you would've got you some food
And I'm only 19, but I walk with a .50, the day that I die in this shit, then I'm through
And I'm missin' my rappers, won't make the mistakes that they did, free Jaaybo and Long Live Dul
Rye from Mobile, Alabama, strike shit in the A, facin' over 30, free you too
Free them ones in that county that can't see they family, and juvi', the campers, man, free the whole crew, gang
