3rdiiiUth Lyrics
"Jack Bastards"

[Verse 1: Ragz Bastard]
You never know where niggas may go
And she love a nigga spirit like she Kayko
We muy caliente, spitting fuego
Tour life
Me and my niggas cruisin' in a Winnebago
We making pay rolls
And that's the main goal
See it all in the near future
I'm Mario super
The way I jump on to competition heads
Like they're Koopa Troopas
Activate my boosters
I be the bees knees
Giving 16s for free
I'mma sick teen I sneeze
Do as I please
I mean geez louise
Travel the seven seas
To seize everything within the reach
Of this group of ill teens...
I had to take a break now I'm back at
I'm not asthmatic
But I need some inhalers
Like one these fast rappers
My nigga, my flows sweet
And yours is like the candy wrapper
Elevate my mind and expand my brain matter
In a matter of seconds my mind is weapon
But I'll still come strapped wit a Smith&Weston
To ya intersection
That's if I'm feeling threaten
Man I got a method to this madness
Late night love affairs with a California actress
She is a bad bitch
With the sneakiest of tactics
Pin her to the bed
That's my Wresltemania match-tress

It's Young Ragz
Money bags
Price tags, nigga
Still the same nigga
Just got a little iller
Got a little sicker
Tryna get a little richer
Rest in peace Big L
Are you getting the big picture?
Yeah..
Rest in peace Big L
Are you getting the big picture?

[Verse 2: Jack CityZ]
They call me Jack CityZ
Out for platinum plaques and crap
From my Ill Spoken raps
Like I was Mac Milly
And these cats silly, man
Cause Third Eye gone shine and
Relish in the moment like an underdog
When his arm on the podium
Higher than pickle sodium
Number one
And still cop funds with no cocked guns
Eliminating pellets
I'm pac-man
Give niggas the back hand
I'm that man
Sneaking in your city all black
Like I'm batman
Strapped with the mic in hand
Packed fast
Corner of 89th and Summer Ave
Performing Sebastian with Al and Ragz Bastard
My niggas fromlunch lines and math classes, to
Studio booths, sessions with different grasses
The younger demographic
Backpacking with hall passes
They wanna be us
Dig us from our feet up
We ill
No Robutussin pill can free us
The sickness that we got fam
Has got into the wrong hands
I'm so cold, Anaheim flow
A Mighty Ducks fan
Something I wanna mention
Having suspicion how real these bitches livin'
Let me explain
Like this one was ji lame
Past year and some change
She let niggas get in her brain on Instagram
Not mentioning names
Your new found fame is fuckin insane
The sickness mane
I bounce back with the quickness
Ignorance is bliss
Wait.. fuck that
Vigilante to eminence, ignorance is hindering
All about your Benjamins, unmindful to the assault
Get smacked down to the asphalt
Like that's his ass fault
Rapping till my last call
Bumpin ab soul
I'm 18, but I got the problems of an old head
A Comp Sci major bitch, shit gets decoded
I go in
Harder than a java fucking program
In college not cuz I enjoy it, got no other choice
When me and my boys spark noise
We outta this joint

No pity on many, I'm Jack CityZ
Doing what I please
Bleed this shit
Deeds are spent
Give you what you need
Beats equipped, in my arsenal
Battlin'
And these other rappers are my catalyst