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thamonster - 3rd's intro lyrics

[verse 1]
i took a path with my eyes closed
how many times have i almost died, man? only god knows
i’m gettin’ close to reachin’ my goals
best believe that ain’t nothin’ done until i meet my idols
already k!lled most of my rivals
because they tried to diss me and they couldn’t write without a typo
n0body needs to know where i go
it’s just me, 3r, and xxxayne, and we in the stu’ like some psychos
i’m workin’ overtime, i see my name in the future and it’s overlined
i went through trials and tribulations, they know me now
i exceeded expectations, they can’t hold me now
i’m at work, she on that timin’, wanna show me now
i got ignored when i asked all my peers to show me how
so now i feel like on my own i work better
cleanin’ up my schedule, i’m just tryna make momma proud

[chorus]
too much pressure is in my head, i need to go
too much stress put on my shoulders, i know
too much people countin’ on me to be the best
but it’s hard to stay consistent when you get no rest
and it’s hard to keep a smile when you livin’ like this
i need a spot where i can do some hidin’
call my girl so we can do a little vibin’
i stay out the way, ’cause as you know it’s been a while
[verse 2]
i never lost it, at what cost though?
felt like i done lost a lot, got no one to call
so i’m just gonna keep rappin’ until i’m a fossil
i want them to remember me as a black picasso
i made moves to get here, i done walked on mad snow
it’s still cold as a brick, five hours from glasgow
i just keep on writin’ hits, need another glass though
they keep on throwin’ me money, i don’t go to mass though (yeah)

[intrumental break]

[verse 3]
i would’ve cried if i had the eyes for it
the problem is you were passed around like a passport
it ain’t a personal issue because the mass know it
i got screwed over so i’m just a mad poet
after all the stories, after the after+party
and the drugs that were imported
my vision of you’s distorted
after the late nights, you said that we date, right?
we went on two dates, right? you livin’ a fake—
steppin’ on landmines, steppin’ on other rappers to show you
don’t take time, it don’t take time for glory (no)
i tap in my pocket and empty your pockets
it’s crazy ’cause i know how to rap, and she droppin’ her stockings (no)
i made an album with no misses (no)
wrote it with no missus, ended up with three
i wanna see how it ends up for me
she still drove thirty hours to me

- thamonster lyrics

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