-3 Below Lyrics

Intro: (Major Payne)

You like to rhyme boy?

Whats your



Verse 1:

Demonic thoughts

Evilish ways

Devilish walk

Don't believe what he say

You never know what he would do to take control

Take away a piece of your soul create a hole

And make it seem like this is something you have chose

Try to hide the fact that they don't wanna see it close

If this is the land of the free, then i wonder what my moneys gonna be worth

Or will the root of all evil send me plummeting to the dirt

Is it worth it? Is it worth it?

I don't know cause i ain't' perfect

Success comes with a price and I know damn well I deserve it

But them haters trying to hex me now

Cause all my chicks is sexy now

Rappers respect me now

Cause “i do it” check me out

And you can see that your fate is here

And that my fate is near

If you don't like me you should hate your ear

I think its time that I made it clear

That I'm finna blow up so you know what?

You gonna have to face your fears



Hook:

I ain't' never gon' stop, they'd rather see me go

Cause when you spit this hot, they'd rather see you froze

I ain't' reach the top, but I'm like three below

Keep it cold

Flow and my soul is -3° Below (x2)



Verse 2:

What you doing with your life, tell me what you doing with your life

All the wrong you doing never moving to the right

All the hits you making but you losing every fight

Oxymoron, don't make me cop a drop to tour on

2 High's what I soar on

Thinking I ain't hot, you so wrong

You might get thrown off

Into the waters like sonar

I'm so gone

More fish in this sea but I'm so raw

Don't wish for this beef, ya soul gone

I flip and rip beats, turn hits to mints meat

Ya bitch is with me so hold on

Better cuff that ho(ld)

On if you really really trust that

Ho(ld) up if you really think you puff that

2 High Society can't touch that

I've been on my day to day

Worked hard to the point I can't change my way

Grinding for that major pay

To put gold in my mouth like Major Payne

I'm like “You like to rhyme boy”

Lost your mind you can't find boy

Cross that line you might die boy

Get crucified from that High boy

All these rappers telling lies every time that they spit a flow

Everyone claiming they real well it gotta be fictional

I see what you don't so this shit right here is more than just visual

On top of my pinnacle

2 High if you didn't know



Hook:

I ain't' never gon' stop, they'd rather see me go

Cause when you spit this hot, they'd rather see you froze

I ain't' reach the top, but I'm like three below

Keep it cold

Flow and my soul is -3° Below (x2)