Soul Serenade

3 I ain't that same KiD No more But you already Knew that Second coming crucial Doper than dope Mixed with cuticles Oops I mean The ceuticals Either way There some dirt In them cuticles I'm on go Four wheel cubicle These ain't Crocs Black Jesus sandals I done seen Long ago bullshit Currently needs canceling Difference when You letting water slide When these Tricks running a Theme park Off the gas Ain't no keep up Around this bitch Looking at this Rap game Smelling like bitch Ain't no One on one Quick to grab a gun Y'all so WWE Can't take a punch Nothing but grey sheep And white sheets I see blues For the man That be pushing Modern day peace Nip Only Ls I took is weight And sleep No need to Attach grief When a nigga speak All that game you learn Ain't for everyone To teach Can't lead no example If it didn't start From a seed Other environments Either for Better or worse Birth and death Got the same hurt Buried the old me That's why I'm Tay K crazy With the bars On my come up Like I'm doing The race Tell them backseat drivers Shut the f*ck up Play some music Split the guts Curl the toes And light a Dutch Supreme Zippo Boy I'm feeling dapper Not your average fucking rapper I'm not your average Fucking rapper What he said I don't bring No hook Or no lyricist I bring my soul Bitch I'm Three Bitch I'm Three Bitch I'm Three You mothafuckas Don't know me Not Enough Blues Not Enough Blues Not Enough Blues Not enough not enough I hope you mothafuckas Hear me now It's clear as day bitch I'm here to stay hoe But I'm really here To get my point clear All these prayers All these blessings That've been put Over me God is real Y'all just ain't Woke the f*ck up yet