3 Tearz

Used to cut the rock with no glove on

Shove on, for the block, developed a 'Love Jones'

The reasons why your hoe got them rug burns

It's 'No limit', call me 'Mr. Serv-on'

Work all day till the work gone

Talking back in the day when I had chirp phone

My nigga made a wrong turn, got flipped in the zone

Had to say I was a smoker just so I could go home

Everyday another episode

I'm just tryna hear the beat like a stethoscope

Like my bassline's thick, like a Texas hoe

It was written but the signature not legible

Drink so much, I could drown a fish

On some other shit, a demon on the hunt for the succubus

Why you on some cuddle shit? Hit it then fuck a bitch

I don't think you know who you're fucking with

Two tears in the bucket, fuck it

I don't care about nothing, nothing

Two tears in the bucket, fuck it

I don't care about nothing, nothing

Danny is dangerous, Run the Jewels is chaos and arrangement

Shit'll give your fuck face a face lift

Papa did the triple Lindsey flip when the 'cane hit

Mama never met a bottle that she couldn't drain quick, aye

Stuck in a rude mood, the fuck shit approaches

Like we believe in nothing, Lebowski, there's no motive

I'm Babylon, tryna get bags like fuck all of 'em

Death is on my couch and I'm tellin' him jokes, stallin' him

Plus, I offer one of my smokes, he smoked all of 'em

True Doom eat up the crew like 'Mm... Food'

Say the name, it's like you're praying for pain, we too rude

Gotta brain? You gon' move it or lose it, you screwed

I'm profane, yes deranged and I say, "Real shit"

If I'm correct, the really cool kids probably callin' it 'lit'

Call the shit that I am culling from my brain with a switch

Hold my beer, I'm 'bout to go and get rich, motherfuckers

Three tears in the bucket, fuck it

I don't care about nothing, nothing

Three tears in the bucket, fuck it

I don't care about nothing, nothing

Hold up, I don't give a fuck 'bout Trump, who got dumped

Who protestin' collections at their garbage dump?

And I don't really give a fuck about giving a fuck

And who feels the black celebrities ain't givin' enough

Give 'em the dick, fat slick son of a bitch

Better than you are, what you are's the son of a whore

My dad told me that your mom was something mean on her knees

But thank God we ain't related 'cause she swallowed the seeds

Happy belated, I'm elated to know we ain't related

So tell your special kids stop saying, "Auntie Shay" to my lady

I sip on fine wines, fine dine with dimes and nines

I got an Einstein mind and I still tote iron

I'm a P-I-M-P in my own rhyme

Space age, gorilla pimpin' out the cage with mine (What you steal from me nigga?)

If it's goddamn mine (Would you kill for me nigga?), bitch, you out yo' goddam mind

And that's goddamn right, I'm goddam Mike

Win in the end, like Tina did goddamn Ike

Three tears in the bucket, fuck it

I don't care about nothing, nothing

Three tears in the bucket, fuck it

I don't care about nothing, nothing

Three tears in the bucket, fuck it

I don't care about nothing, nothing

Bucket, fuck it

I don't care about nothing, nothing

Three tears in the bucket, fuck it

I don't care about nothing, nothing