[Verse: 3-15]
Feelin' like a Billi
Cruisin' through my city
Sittin'; chillin' pretty
Know you n*ggas fear me
Soon as people hear me
Know I'm gonna spin their heads
They listen to the deadly flow and I know they gon' wish they dead
p*ss they bed, get the blade, sh*t they pants and slit their throats or bow down
With my tatted canvas, attractin' all the mass fans; n*ggas really wishin' that they had my raw sound
Just calm down, and watch the team; miracle lyrics'll get you lost in dreams
It often seems, like I'm underrated, but now I'm lookin' to cross the seams
Wasn't dope; that's old news and I'm goin' for broke
No more jokes; no more hoax
I'm showin' lames how to spit flames
And tellin' babes I'm like Rick James
b*tch, I'm tellin' you, I'm Three Fifteen;
He's the n*gga that'll steal the scene
The real king unveils his ring; brings the fiends to fill his dream while he's real, blinks
And b*tches don't know it, but I'm ready to come
I just wanna make sure the game's satisfaction isn't lackin' 'fore I'm even done
'cause the demon's come, to show his wrath, and make this cash and overpower
Rockin' with that c*cky confidence and that confident c*ckiness
You can stop me, ms., 'fore I give you a golden shower
Locals can try, but they'll never shine more than ours
So now you know I'm here to stay
Make way for n*ggas paid
Javier and Aviel showin' n*ggas that we're really made
So please hate, you weak hoes
And replay the sweet notes
Watch me make, this free-throw
Hashtag 3-15's the tweet, hoe