Lyrics
My time served, they don t want it, and i ll take that to my grave so you can put me in the hearse
Two strikes against me, and a snitch, that s a bitch
Sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it, my time served, put me in the dirt
but what you call someone who gossips and talks shit
and i didn t have to lie i didn t make up shit
On my way to the third, and you can hang on every quote
For what s its worth, so you can put me in the hearse, that s a bitch
Two strikes against me, they don t want it
Sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it, yea they don t want it, but you s a bitch
and you can hang on every quote
and i ll take that to my grave so you can put me in the hearse
praying for rain that never came
That s a bitch, that s a bitch
For what s its worth, the realest stakes ha
Praying for rain that never came, and i ain t dropping names
On my way to the third, crucify me for my sins in the name of those i hurt, and i ll do it all again i ll stand by what i did
but motherfucker i ain t broke
two strikes against me
But who gon carry me with blood all in my shirt, put me in the dirt, on my way to the third
Sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it, sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it they don t want it
Praying for rain that never came, sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it they don t want it
And you can hang on every quote, but what you call someone who gossips and talks shit
but you s a bitch
For what s its worth, on my way to the third
And you can all get fucked, sick of being tested by these pussies who don t want it, praying for rain that never came
