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coleman williams & yohan yemba - 3stock lyrics
[intro]
round one, ready, go!
[verse 1: coleman williams]
my king’s comin’ back, that’s what i’m bankin’ on
pray and celebrate the grace of god with that filet mignon
i’m just saying we came a long way from the grave to where we’re at now
my obituary is a resume, go check my background boy
i’m pullin’ strings, high strung while i try to envision my mission and passion tying into provision
i feel like i’m sinking
but yet i’m fallin’ deeper in trust
realizin’ everything i covet all came from the dust
i know i’m crooked, i know i’m wicked, i’m workin’ on it
a broken vessel holdin’ this pencil, i’m only honest (true)
i thought my calling’s to be successful, fool’s gospel
it’s time to take these demons hostile
[interlude]
player two
[verse 2: yohan yemba]
(woah) used to think the grass was greener than the stuff i grown in (greener)
consequently, i been in the ego of my opponent
there’s some skelies where i put my clothes, yeah
boy i’m smelly, witness the erosion (wow!)
yeah, and she got the pot, cookin’ up the toads in, explosion
yeah, i just think it’s a jacuzzi, dip my toes in
self dirt and self_loathin’, what it sound like?
it’s downright wack how the love, it got my wound tight
get a coat, it’s chilly in my city, what my town like
do not hit the breaks w_lly_nilly when you ’round ice
lucy celebrating like it’s chicken with the brown rice
i got my boys with me and we gon’ flop
yohan with the adobe like, i just might cop
veggie water ask me when we gon’ drop
i’m just takin’ care of loose ends and tightening these knots like woah
[interlude]
round two, go!
[verse 3: yohan yemba]
no shade to my senpais
but i’m feeling myself, come prepared nice
i might as well double my old price
i think your green, i need all the avocados on my bread slice
life ain’t a dream when you at the mercy of lottos that roll dice
(roll dice?) mhm, roll dice
ain’t no villain but me
k!llin’ my pride, i’m grittin’ my t__th
don’t give me that b_s
devil wanna fight, don’t give me ideas
plans on sight wanna see us
give it a buck, i’ma give it a loonie
i been on ten since hana sushi
bearing that fruit while i can not bully
swear to god my life a smoothie
(coleman’s beat is so weird)
[verse 4: coleman williams]
yo, i might to spit on your windshield, sorry
i don’t got an opp switch on my body
here i am with a million bars
my five took a hideous, my bars pretty p_ssed
but i gave you the aux
look at my roster, that’s championship
the cost of my life still gotta carry the weight, ’cause the anchor of the ship
no album credit, it’s all ready, reddit
y’all involved, but i’m embedded
gonna take my chance and i know some been it
it’s on the shelf but not for read it
they want a favor, they say pretty please
that’s a no ’til you’re beggin’ on your knees
i don’t wanna cater to your silly needs
this a rap album, stop askin’ me
[interlude]
round three (i’m so frickin’ mad)
honey, come get your dinner
no, i’m too busy making fat beats
[verse 5: coleman williams]
in my bag ’cause i been cookin’
got a filipino shawty and she good lookin’ (shawty!)
now i’m all up in your grill, i could see you need some fillings
i put you in your feelings, ooh i put you through the ceiling
i was bottom of the class, still classed, i’m a native
despite the digits, i made a difference, i dominated
y’all kept a side hussle, i took mine and constellated
so when success is born from the labor i can say i made it (that’s a bar right there)
[verse 6: yohan yemba]
yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, you really in the back row
you really need to triple digits, ’cause my fear is that low
i ain’t into diggin’ through the past, i ain’t no backhoe
only like what’s good inside my tupperware, i’m crackin’ all my lack rows
homie i am that close to reaching the top of the summit
i was about yay high when yahweh told me to run it
only a matter of time before my mind be hittin’ a hunnid
i saw a sign, he told me to pay attention, he had already done it
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