Crib4b3 - Third born Lyrics

You think you know me
Nigga you better make something happen
Brown babies gone fight for the wealth
Cus this money ain't making itself
Till it does pray my brothers in health
If it's LUV then you felt what I felt
Where yo aim at
Make your brain splat
Front like angels we send em to hell
Pray for love and we hoping it's here
Something change think I ran out of tears
I said f*ck it I ran out of fear
Talk that shit when I look in the mirror
She f*ck with the kid
She gone lift up her shirt
Aries baby oh she want to burn
She want love but she think it's gone hurt
And whether she think or she know
Ima give it to her like she earned it
That's yo girl but with us she a bird
If we see what we want
We gone take it nigga
Yea we laugh but we
Ain't really playing nigga
Don't want mama to work
Trying to make a difference
Nigga you got a gun for the fashion
Posting pics but you never get active
Let me tell you something
Really important
Loudest nigga on your
Block be informing
She bad but she think she the worst
Holding back until her body burns
Loving you got you holding me firm
She said f*ck
I said baby don't curse
Love or lust it might be a distraction
Feels like you know how to
Fix me it's tragic
Make the pain disappear
Like it's magic
Only if this wasn't for a moment
F*ck your love if your
Loving ain't loyal
Was I losing myself
Without knowing
Can't forget who I am
I'm a poet
Know this shit in my blood
Can't control it
Know it's greatness
Whenever I walk
Get them loving the way I talk
At then forever I keep it on lock
Too self-aware but how can I not
Feel this pressure
Cause I'm not at the top yet
To you probably sounds
Like some nonsense
But I'm trying to get back
What the feds took
Generational wealth
In this small room
If you still don't understand
Let me tell you
If you still don't understand
Let me tell you
Let me tell you
Tell you
Let me tell you
Tell you
Let me tell you
Tell you
Let me tell you
Tell you
Nigga you better make something happen
Brown babies gone fight for the wealth
Cus this money ain't making itself
Till it does pray my brothers in health
If it's LUV then you felt what I felt
Where yo aim at
Make your brain splat
Front like angels we send em to hell
Pray for love and we hoping it's here
Something changed
Think I ran out of tears
I said f*ck it I ran out of fear
I said f*ck it crash out in a rage
I don't want you to look at my face
You might see where I'm weak in my eyes
Depending who see they probably be surprised
Want to love but it's been hard to try
Loyalty
Could be something hard to find
When I do then you'll on of mine
Follow me in this path in the dark
We could be the children of the night
Luminescent the stars want to shine
I want to be like them
I reach for the sky
Only thing is I'm not taking no lines
Funny how the art imitates life
Clock is ticking it's about the time
Nigga you better make something happen
Brown babies gone fight for the wealth
Cus this money ain't making itself
Till it does pray my brothers in health
If it's LUV then you felt what I felt
Where yo aim at
Make your brain splat
Front like angels we send em to hell
Pray for love and we hoping it's here
Something change think I ran out of tears