Poet Elizondo - Episode 3 (feat. Chris Cruz) Lyrics

Pistol grip with a red laser
Every time I look at it
It reminds me of count dooku saber
Hit the function after the booth
When I'm dead tired
On the green with a red polo
Looking like tiger
Hit too many blunts and
All the sudden I'm burnt out
Prayed too many times
For the wrong thing
And I'm cursed now
A million reasons
Why relationships never work out
Ask what's more important them or music
And they hurt now
Its confusing when you raised by women
They the ones that hurt me the most
And then I play them for amusement
Going out every night girl
Is not healing
A dawg if I played you
But if don't then I caught feelings
Arguments about my commitment when obviously I've been with you
Chris Paul and Scott foster I can never win with you
But as of late man I've been on some other shit
Getting lit
Smoking blunts up on 6th
Right in front of the mothership
They say time heals but Im out of the time
Living life on the edge
Like Im out of my mind
Searching for a purpose
That I cannot find
Either way Im on the hustle
Bitch I gotta get mine
People tend to talk
What they cannot feel
If only shit was set & stone
This shit way too real
No matter what I face
I cannot lay down
I never needed no one's help
To go and reach that crown
Aye
Look at how I came through
I do what they can't do
Coaching but I play too
Hit her like I'm Babe Ruth
Go off on these niggas
And these bitches till they hate you
Til they finally realize they ain't got it
Cause they ain't you
Oh aren't you a hot shot?
Hell yeah Im a hot shot
They could never touch me
Not in range
Up at my hot spot
Riding with some gremlins
Pop a pill and make the block hot
Hotter than the devil
In the motherf*ckin' crockpot
That's all in the past though
Countin' up my cash though
Everywhere I go
They politicin like I'm Castro
Yeah them niggas trash though
I think I'm the last hope
Poet in the booth
And we don't tolerate fiascos