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3rd Eye
1
Hip-Hop/Rap
3rd Eye è stato pubblicato il 30 marzo 2026 da ThaKidTj come parte dell'album ThaKid 2
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Data di uscita30 marzo 2026
EtichettaThaKidTj
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM70

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ThaKidTj
ThaKidTj
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travorius Turner
Travorius Turner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hulk Hendrix
Hulk Hendrix
Producer
Dollaz
Dollaz
Producer

Testi

Dollaz cook this shit up
Fye this bitch up hulk, gang, Bro why tf you Moshiin bro?)
Bring another bowl in
I been hella focused
I can't keep on coping
I'm steady holding on
Geeked off lean I'm rolling
Speak that real shit like a poet
I hope that they notice
I'm steady holding on
Putting all my pain on the mic
I know these **** change overnight
Bitch imma soldier can't give up so I fight
Hella weight on my shoulders my team on my back
Stuck a lot of **** up I can't go back to that
Remember days up in the bluff we spinning back to back
This a money glitch so I can't help it but to rap
I had stuffed my glizzy in the sofa in the trap
Ain't have no pot to piss in bitch no body had my back
Bitch imma superstar straight out of Wadley ain't nobody fucking with me
I been peeped the plot
My third eye open
At first a **** couldn't see
Asked me why I'm put up
My baby the reason a **** stop clutching that glee
**** shut the fuck up you ain't never hop up in that car and just work the backseat
I done been through it a hundred times
Ain't been in the hood been outta mind
Hoping that he good da got some time
**** I won't play bout one of mine
I been tryna chill been tryna vibe
Tell lil twin to chill to just Bfive
I'm the type of **** sit inside the room and read I just be quiet
I see 12 at the door get the fuck out the spot
And it ain't gone be long till I pop
I been chasing this dough for my jeans in a knot
In my room hella shit I done bought
**** said Ian gone blow bitch I love when they doubt
Boy I got hella songs in the vault
Do this shit for my pops and my bros I want them make it out
Imma be mad as hell if they don't
I got hella flows on the beat
I used to be out in the cold with the heat
Tried to be like big bro so I dove in the streets
I kept a big pole right under the seat
Back in nineth grade I had caught them charges them folks tried to sentence me
But I'm bigger than that at the moment so don't try to judge me or blemish my imagery
Bring another bowl in
I been hella focused
I can't keep on coping
I'm steady holding on
Geeked off lean I'm rolling
Speak that real shit like a poet
I hope that they notice
I'm steady holding on
Putting all my pain on the mic
I know these **** change overnight
Bitch imma soldier can't give up so I fight
Hella weight on my shoulders my team on my back
Stuck a lot of **** up I can't go back to that
Remember days up in the bluff we spinning back to back
This a money glitch so I can't help it but to rap
I had stuffed my glizzy in the sofa in the trap
Ain't have no pot to piss in bitch no body had my back
Bitch imma superstar straight out of Wadley ain't nobody fucking with me
I been peeped the plot
My third eye open
At first a **** couldn't see
Asked me why I'm put up
My baby the reason a **** stop clutching that glee
**** shut the fuck up you ain't never hop up in that car and just work the backseat
Written by: Travorius Turner
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