3rd World Creatives (feat. Judah & T-Thug)

Got a couple of watches but I'm still running out of time Mind is mine but I don't mind I lost myself when I found god Best friend a fucking vice T-Thug was never nice Demons on me every night Third world creative Believe me I'm too dope like deep in the feeling See you in the night time Dark time, my time Crosses of wood for the vice They speak in riddles I keep 'em My people is reaching Beneath 'em The fact is we sequel the history of evil So peek who you bring home I'm all alone stuck in a deep hole My thoughts, I won't free those The mind and the soul without the body Is all I know Now who the f*ck wrote that Oh my Third world low life Creative genius sold my penis To f*ck this shit up I been gone for too long My gods are so sick of me Keep my feet on the ground When I run around you niggas Like a ghost Can't ever find my way home Don't know if I'm lost I find god, I find home The prodigal son is I, T-Thug Meantime is not the one you think I am And I'm tryn'a heal you I need this healing too Through you I see faith Clinical depression like me too Bipolar manic rage Anxiety attack like ever second I can't pop a pill and I can't sit still My heart beat fast I might die tonight I might grab a kite smile on a flight Until I see the light Grandma said she ready to die But I ain't ready for that sklounst I skurge my lane Pump your own damn gas No time for Hi, how are you's Just how are your high's going I'm actually talking about your Progression this time, maybe to Remind you that yours is limitless Balance the lows of course Just don't blow your load Of serotonin so easily, boy Know when to take a half Instead of the whole tab Or watch more than Just your ego leave Your soul's window What self respect True influential author Especially when it burns worst But the words are cooled over Written down, compared to The heat of a moment And what comes out of my mouth If I lose my temper, again Found inspiration to draw on music Through Major Roux, Judah, and Jonwayne Shoutout to the triple beam crew Keeping the energy intune over A third world's frequency Third world creatives, gone live. Thuga thuga on Thuga thuga on We pump our own damn gas And thuga on When we can't afford groceries We thuga on