Something from me, another message 'bout being free
From everybody saying who you should be
But this isn't about that, leave it to the boom bap
Tracks, no reach, imma snap this trap beat
Fury, when I speak, it secretes in the form of fumes
Catch a body if I have to
Leaving MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet, I can't
Contrary to me always seeking for peace
Mentally weary like I took the role of the thought police
Orwell oh well, have them all on their knees
Tribute this flow I'm a fan of the beast
Mark of the, non of that humana humana
Worship the devil I might have to kill ya
Ironic I know, on some crucible type of hypocrisy
Imperfect but Lord will forgive me
I'm kidding, but real on the low
Truth in jest, they have vests in the booth for the bullet flow
Every word places a bullet hole
Leave it Messi, like that's the goal
Have control of your soul
Smashing the pins, that's called smoking the bowl
She already knows how it goes
Blow 'fore I stroke that's a birdie
They got it they got it they got it they got
Something from me, another message 'bout being free
From everybody saying who you should be
But this isn't about that, leave it to the boom bap
Tracks, no reach, imma snap this trap beat
Fury, when I speak, it secretes in the form of fumes
Catch a body if I have to
Leaving MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet, I can't
Pass me the ratchet I'll bang
Smoking a savage I'm dank
Steph with the shotty I'll bank, bank
What's a roadblock to a tank
When I step in the ring
Ali when I mother f*ckin' bang
God damn Big Bonus
Dropped out no diplomas
I'm way too focused
F*cked up when I wrote this
S'why I'm drippin' down the Smithsonian
Don't need a bass drum to be ill
On her face cum, to be real
F*ck a deal, and f*ck makin' a mill
Here to f*ck hynas, rip rappers at will
The 90's and mumble, I balance it humble
They threw me to wolves, I Mufasa'd the jungle
I Euro each step, what the f*ck is a stumble
And bitch I'm in my bag, let me give you a bundle
Something from me, another day rippin' emcees
Style ain't free, but they rap like me
But there's somethin' about that
Leave it in the boom bap
Tracks no reach, I'ma snap this trap beat
Beast when I speak, it's a feast
Um, mothaf*cka imma catch a body if I have to
Leavin MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet I can't
Lie to your face, no cap to your head
I mean all caps when I read
But the cold hard foul, all flagrant truth
When I tell you how it is you might take it like a bitch
Not you might, but you will, I still
Have the hatchet, don't see the need to bury it
Hungry as it is - I don't need someone to share it with
Had you in my life - never needed you to cherish it
I know you feel the spite, why the hell would I embellish it
That's the way it goes, runnin' with my woes
Still down ten toes, watchin' my back no rows
Will they ever pull back, who knows
Keep it real with my fans and my fam
My girl and my bros
It's the closest who might slice you with the hatchet
So I hang on to it
Vengeance like I can't move on from it
Not on some righteous shit
But I'ma write this shit like
Something from me, that's THREE17
Got them leaning to the speakers like promethazine
Took a Senzu Bean and took out their team
My success foreseen, get you hooked like fiends, woah
Me and Steven, like Even Stevens
With extended seasons there's no competition
Handed out the lesions to internal demons
I've been on the deep end and returned unbeaten
Something from me, another message 'bout being free
From everybody saying who you should be
But this isn't about that, leave it to the boom bap
Tracks, no reach, imma snap this trap beat
Fury, when I speak, it secretes in the form of fumes
Catch a body if I have to
Leaving MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet, I can't
Something from me, another message 'bout being free
From everybody saying who you should be
But this isn't about that, leave it to the boom bap
Tracks, no reach, imma snap this trap beat
Fury, when I speak, it secretes in the form of fumes
Catch a body if I have to
Leaving MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet, I can't
Three // Seventeen - From Me (feat. Steven Bonus) Lyrics
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English
Something from me, another message 'bout being free
From everybody saying who you should be
But this isn't about that, leave it to the boom bap
Tracks, no reach, imma snap this trap beat
Fury, when I speak, it secretes in the form of fumes
Catch a body if I have to
Leaving MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet, I can't
Contrary to me always seeking for peace
Mentally weary like I took the role of the thought police
Orwell oh well, have them all on their knees
Tribute this flow I'm a fan of the beast
Mark of the, non of that humana humana
Worship the devil I might have to kill ya
Ironic I know, on some crucible type of hypocrisy
Imperfect but Lord will forgive me
I'm kidding, but real on the low
Truth in jest, they have vests in the booth for the bullet flow
Every word places a bullet hole
Leave it Messi, like that's the goal
Have control of your soul
Smashing the pins, that's called smoking the bowl
She already knows how it goes
Blow 'fore I stroke that's a birdie
They got it they got it they got it they got
Something from me, another message 'bout being free
From everybody saying who you should be
But this isn't about that, leave it to the boom bap
Tracks, no reach, imma snap this trap beat
Fury, when I speak, it secretes in the form of fumes
Catch a body if I have to
Leaving MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet, I can't
Pass me the ratchet I'll bang
Smoking a savage I'm dank
Steph with the shotty I'll bank, bank
What's a roadblock to a tank
When I step in the ring
Ali when I mother f*ckin' bang
God damn Big Bonus
Dropped out no diplomas
I'm way too focused
F*cked up when I wrote this
S'why I'm drippin' down the Smithsonian
Don't need a bass drum to be ill
On her face cum, to be real
F*ck a deal, and f*ck makin' a mill
Here to f*ck hynas, rip rappers at will
The 90's and mumble, I balance it humble
They threw me to wolves, I Mufasa'd the jungle
I Euro each step, what the f*ck is a stumble
And bitch I'm in my bag, let me give you a bundle
Something from me, another day rippin' emcees
Style ain't free, but they rap like me
But there's somethin' about that
Leave it in the boom bap
Tracks no reach, I'ma snap this trap beat
Beast when I speak, it's a feast
Um, mothaf*cka imma catch a body if I have to
Leavin MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet I can't
Lie to your face, no cap to your head
I mean all caps when I read
But the cold hard foul, all flagrant truth
When I tell you how it is you might take it like a bitch
Not you might, but you will, I still
Have the hatchet, don't see the need to bury it
Hungry as it is - I don't need someone to share it with
Had you in my life - never needed you to cherish it
I know you feel the spite, why the hell would I embellish it
That's the way it goes, runnin' with my woes
Still down ten toes, watchin' my back no rows
Will they ever pull back, who knows
Keep it real with my fans and my fam
My girl and my bros
It's the closest who might slice you with the hatchet
So I hang on to it
Vengeance like I can't move on from it
Not on some righteous shit
But I'ma write this shit like
Something from me, that's THREE17
Got them leaning to the speakers like promethazine
Took a Senzu Bean and took out their team
My success foreseen, get you hooked like fiends, woah
Me and Steven, like Even Stevens
With extended seasons there's no competition
Handed out the lesions to internal demons
I've been on the deep end and returned unbeaten
Something from me, another message 'bout being free
From everybody saying who you should be
But this isn't about that, leave it to the boom bap
Tracks, no reach, imma snap this trap beat
Fury, when I speak, it secretes in the form of fumes
Catch a body if I have to
Leaving MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet, I can't
Something from me, another message 'bout being free
From everybody saying who you should be
But this isn't about that, leave it to the boom bap
Tracks, no reach, imma snap this trap beat
Fury, when I speak, it secretes in the form of fumes
Catch a body if I have to
Leaving MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet, I can't
From everybody saying who you should be
But this isn't about that, leave it to the boom bap
Tracks, no reach, imma snap this trap beat
Fury, when I speak, it secretes in the form of fumes
Catch a body if I have to
Leaving MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet, I can't
Contrary to me always seeking for peace
Mentally weary like I took the role of the thought police
Orwell oh well, have them all on their knees
Tribute this flow I'm a fan of the beast
Mark of the, non of that humana humana
Worship the devil I might have to kill ya
Ironic I know, on some crucible type of hypocrisy
Imperfect but Lord will forgive me
I'm kidding, but real on the low
Truth in jest, they have vests in the booth for the bullet flow
Every word places a bullet hole
Leave it Messi, like that's the goal
Have control of your soul
Smashing the pins, that's called smoking the bowl
She already knows how it goes
Blow 'fore I stroke that's a birdie
They got it they got it they got it they got
Something from me, another message 'bout being free
From everybody saying who you should be
But this isn't about that, leave it to the boom bap
Tracks, no reach, imma snap this trap beat
Fury, when I speak, it secretes in the form of fumes
Catch a body if I have to
Leaving MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet, I can't
Pass me the ratchet I'll bang
Smoking a savage I'm dank
Steph with the shotty I'll bank, bank
What's a roadblock to a tank
When I step in the ring
Ali when I mother f*ckin' bang
God damn Big Bonus
Dropped out no diplomas
I'm way too focused
F*cked up when I wrote this
S'why I'm drippin' down the Smithsonian
Don't need a bass drum to be ill
On her face cum, to be real
F*ck a deal, and f*ck makin' a mill
Here to f*ck hynas, rip rappers at will
The 90's and mumble, I balance it humble
They threw me to wolves, I Mufasa'd the jungle
I Euro each step, what the f*ck is a stumble
And bitch I'm in my bag, let me give you a bundle
Something from me, another day rippin' emcees
Style ain't free, but they rap like me
But there's somethin' about that
Leave it in the boom bap
Tracks no reach, I'ma snap this trap beat
Beast when I speak, it's a feast
Um, mothaf*cka imma catch a body if I have to
Leavin MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet I can't
Lie to your face, no cap to your head
I mean all caps when I read
But the cold hard foul, all flagrant truth
When I tell you how it is you might take it like a bitch
Not you might, but you will, I still
Have the hatchet, don't see the need to bury it
Hungry as it is - I don't need someone to share it with
Had you in my life - never needed you to cherish it
I know you feel the spite, why the hell would I embellish it
That's the way it goes, runnin' with my woes
Still down ten toes, watchin' my back no rows
Will they ever pull back, who knows
Keep it real with my fans and my fam
My girl and my bros
It's the closest who might slice you with the hatchet
So I hang on to it
Vengeance like I can't move on from it
Not on some righteous shit
But I'ma write this shit like
Something from me, that's THREE17
Got them leaning to the speakers like promethazine
Took a Senzu Bean and took out their team
My success foreseen, get you hooked like fiends, woah
Me and Steven, like Even Stevens
With extended seasons there's no competition
Handed out the lesions to internal demons
I've been on the deep end and returned unbeaten
Something from me, another message 'bout being free
From everybody saying who you should be
But this isn't about that, leave it to the boom bap
Tracks, no reach, imma snap this trap beat
Fury, when I speak, it secretes in the form of fumes
Catch a body if I have to
Leaving MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet, I can't
Something from me, another message 'bout being free
From everybody saying who you should be
But this isn't about that, leave it to the boom bap
Tracks, no reach, imma snap this trap beat
Fury, when I speak, it secretes in the form of fumes
Catch a body if I have to
Leaving MF's in a tomb, no casket
Bury a hatchet, I can't
Writer: Steven Bonus
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid