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lex the radical - nino 3:16 lyrics

[lextheradical]

(verse 1)
i thought i told em put they hands up (hand up!) [x8]
leader of the next generation
my innocence is victim to innovation
h-ll bent and this pen need ventilation
one of 3 babies to make it if that’s an indication
you d-mn right i’m feelin myself, i’m winnin
imma be a god amongst men
domesticated lions in the den
start a f-ckin riot stay attent
imma slay the loudest tyrant with the pen
now the chior say amen
n-ggas dyin for the yen
they eyein like they dyin for a friend
hope christ plan on dyin once again
they wonder why a n-gga so defiant then again
imma k!ll em all, and put the owner signing on the benz
watch the devil play the keys
them cherry red soles bring a goddess to her knees
always staying honest when i’m faded off the trees
ain’t no pistol wavin n-ggas every gonna bang as hard as me
you d-mn right im feelin myself, i’m winnin
i hear the preacher preachin
i feel the demons creepin
these n-ggas stuck on beefin but they latest flow is vegan
my pencil heat seekin leakin any heathen breathin
they lookin for the answers, i’m looking for a reason
i’m so d-mn concieted. no diamonds on my neck
that p-ssy left a wreck, i’m sorry but i’m not a vet
you clashin with a t-tan n-gga better check the rep
i’ll beat em out they sleeves until them p-ssy n-ggas got a vest
just a yougin who ain’t care to clean his mess
catch me coolin with my youngins rollin like c-ssettes
that’s if i break a sweat
i don’t know these boosie b-tches once i cash the check
i only know the folks that raised me how could i forget
they choices made in life can have a m-ss effect
the turn signal on the rari sign of disrespect
they f-cked up taking nooses of my family neck
sh-t, yall might as well start k!llin yall selves in winnin

[nino brown]

you f-cked up big time
you are incapable of running this sh-t
sit yo five dollar -ss down before i make change!

[lextheradical]

(verse 2)
yall couldn’t sport my gym shorts
what make yall think tall could ball on the same court?
royalty flowin through the bluest vein
imma grow to be the thang that these b-tches can’t attain
ridin in a civic, my homie got the biscuit like we headed on a picnic
geanie in a bottle and he known for grantin wishes
h-lla time on my hand sthey know for slappin b-tches
d-mn a n-gga vicious
pages full of verbs and they know for spreadin sickness
pen full of ink and it’s known for checkin hitlists
stuntin hard as any n-gga rhymin no specifics
the generations fade away, my name will be cemented
pray up to the heavens
just know you askin god to keep you sleepin on a legend
police sirens and my n-ggas chiefin for a session
we do it on the 7th
the evening growing reckless
the reason why i’m restless

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