[PHZ-Sicks]
Bounce
Scolla, Sean, Sicks, Triple S
Triple S Crew or Screw You
[Scolla]
OG Cool
[PHZ-Sicks]
Uh, uh
Let’s Go
[Verse 1: Scolla]
Look (Scolla)
This one finna go down in the books
Triple S winning as far as it looks
When the drinks get poured and the winner get called
Cause we finna turn up way more than we should, ah
I been in it, I been killing this game for like 8 seasons
Bet I’m only going and I ain’t take no breaks either
I’m flexing, I put work in and it work out
On the road to riches, I murked out
Put the pedal to the floor and skirt out
Before my advancement I work like a savage
And bully my chances, I took full advantage, ah
I’m just a young D nigga in the Capital for capitol
Ha, step into my avenue and I’ll embarrass you sort of like a parent do
Ha, I’m more a titan, you’re a Tyson
Steady biting off my likenesses, alright I think that means that I’m the man
[Verse 2: Seanny Greggs]
I get the feeling on nights like this
Niggas love it when I talk that shit
Maybe it’s when I’m on tracks with Sicks
And Scolla, niggas acknowledge the flow
I’m in demolishing mode, pardon the tone
But this how it goes when you’re finally home
Shit gets real when we link on a song
Write so much I got ink in my palm
And that right there is word to my mom’s
Came a long way from scribbling on loose leaf
Down on U Street, and as a young’n all I wanted was some new sneaks
Now I feel like A.P. running through the game in my new cleats
And you’re more like Chief Keef or Cleetus, no we don’t need ya
We’re out of your league, cuz, uh
And we should do this the easy way
Cause your girl is Emma Stone with the Easy A
And I’m more Jeezy, ay
And this such a breezy day
But life wasn’t always fair, mami tell me break a leg like Kevin Ware
Yea, we ain’t going nowhere
We just plan to stay here
So I can live, can I make a few hits, make a couple news clips
Snap and kill this shit and have the homie PHZ-Sicks cosign this shit like
[PHZ-Sicks]
Yerrdig!
[Scolla]
You are tuned into the finest
It’s Triple S united
Close your mouth, open your ears
Let in the real and you can feel what’s going down
[Verse 3: PHZ-Sicks]
When I was a kid (when I was a kid), I wanted to be draped in Dapper Dan
Now I’m seen as the most dapper man
Going Jon Hamm amongst these Mad Men
The hate is sad, man
Get off my lapel and go to Hell
This black label
Triple S and the RLES
Damn right, you be able to feel this
That ill shit, hunger for the money is absurd when a nigga wants a meal ticket
White picket fences, listening to Wilson Pickett
In the Midnight Hour, we just beginning
Don’t need to check the score to see whose winning
If we in it, give me a minute
And I’ll turn one into infinite with a whole bunch of googols in it
Bank account militant, in the black, you know, all profit
Rocking diamonds the same hue as Walter White’s product
Arrogance and ignorance mixed inside a genius
If I see it, I will get it
No matter what the Cosby, Ennis
So when the Mac goes brrrng and your ears go rinnng
The choir sings, black suit so clean
Like we went back in the future to abort Terius Nash, just so we can kill the dream
The grammatics an automatics that turns tragic into cease static to any nigga and that’s it
The finish line of greatness is just a checkpoint and that’s why I’m so willing to pass it
Swerve
My mind state, has no embargo
You can find it in Cuba smoking Cubans with Jay, Bey, and Castro
Tell Fidel to his face he’s been a muthafucking asshole
Move the oxygen mask so we can take this picture for Instagram, ho
