[Intro]

Uh

Hello

New mixtape, bitch, called Da Drought 3

Hahaha

Yeah

Thi-thi-this-this was— this was was supposed to be the intro but, um

Hahaha, ah

I guess I'ma gon'

Um

Do what y'all came here for

Yah

Yee-ah

[Verse]

Rasta, dem king of the jungle

Dreadlocks swing down mi back like Rapunzel

My bredren sling dem pack in a bundle

We-a take ya ting, sell it back to your uncle

And we-a make it rain 'til our dances to come true

We-a make it rain 'til ya better bring a swim suit

Alone when I came, but I'm leaving with dem two

Gyals give me brain, give me brain like temple

And him got game, game sharp like a pencil

And if you want fromage, we can crash like a cymbal

Look upon me window, ah mi new sports coupe

Twelve horses in the hood, sitting on horseshoes

Come from the land dat Jesus walk through

Sacrifice me life, man, I bleed for mi own crew

Dem no wanna rum-rum with me, dem no want to

Murder dem and di family dem belong to

Gangsta, dem know I run the street like the car do

You gon' haffi leave me or dearly depart you

Hip-hop is mine now, mine, what ya gyan do?

I can jump on any nigga song and make a part two

Playtime for me 'cause see, to me, they are cartoons

How come every joint be on point like a harpoon?

How come every bar stand strong like a barstool?

How come every line is so raw, you gon' snort two?

Murder dem, man, I murder dem

Fuck a competition, man, I murder dem

Man, I murder dem, man, I murder dem

Fuck a competition, man, I murder dem, ha

[Outro]

Yeah

And that is why I'm hot

Hahaha

It's Da Drought 3, welcome, have fun