[Intro: Jamar Rose]
Welcome to the scarlet kingdom, deathless trio, OK, haha
[Verse 1: Jamar Rose]
Victory is what I bask in now
The pussy easter-pink, I bring the basket out
Got a problem with me? We can blast it out
And 'till the homies go and bring the casket out
Better ask around what I'm passing out
Smoke heavy, coughing got 'em passing out
Oh, you heard of me? Well, that's word to mouth
That talk is cheap, these songs get to speaking loud
I got plenty likes like Adidas, huh
Plenty likes from the divas
I been giving thanks up to Jesus, huh
Lot of people tryna meet us, wait
Lot of people tryna bеat us, huh
But they been sitting in the bleachеrs
It'll take more than that just to beat us
'Cause the check we bringing is egregious
I been think 'bout it, been about a minute
Coup is big as four, we sliding in it
They ain't fucking with the boy period
If they do, I start another sentence
Let 'em know they nothing but apprentice
Push 'em off the top, I been a menace
Menacing, I been independent
Grab the pen and write 'em off, I'm telling 'em: "Good riddance"
[Verse 2: GODZtheDon]
G-O-D-Z, new religion
Take a shot like rugers spitting
Rumbleworld, the crew up in this
All we ever do is win it
All we ever do is take the W
If you ain't gang, then we don't fuck with you
Shitting on y'all since y'all be number two
If you upping one, then we be upping two
Shit gon' sing like this when we coming through
And I know that someday
We gonna get paid
So I just sit and pray
'Cause we gon' make it someday
Said I know I'm gon' make it
I see the paper, so I gotta chase it
Will power too strong, these niggas can't break it
See how we run this, they can't match the pacing
Spider-Man up on the web, we Amazing
Uh
Doomsday is coming now, watch these niggas panic
Keep a tool on me just like a damn mechanic
Blast at your top, yeah, we calling that volcanic
Is this a classic? Yeah, that is automatic
King shit, homie, the whole gang aristocratic
Flashing on 'em, would've thought my wrist was magic
And I'm fucking on your bitch like it's a habit
I ain't giving them time to breathe
They ain't make no time for me
So I went ahead and got it myself
Now they owe me a finder's fee
[Verse 3: Sivade]
Guess next in line is me
Y'all require speech on this entire beat
So it's time to feast like I ain't went out to dine in weeks
Soon my stomach and spine will meet
See my future, but, shit, who am I to peek?
I just plan shit quietly
I mean, GODZ had to get on my head with all respect
I'm the main one taking his time, but sheesh
I want a gold mine or a gold rush
They gon' get into like four lines, then they choke up
'Cause a nigga really more tight than a door shut
Niggas sleeping on the road like it's a tour bus
Don't nobody really know we go through the obstacles
Two-three members just left out the hospital
Going in debt, now it's looking impossible
That's why we rap like this shit isn't optional, this shit
Like life and death, we all kinds of stressed
We battle demons, so the mic get blessed
Ain't no Tinder matches, so we swipe who left
You got Twitter fingers - you the type to text
You don't love this shit, boy, I get hype to reffs
And if the beat's a gem, I'm finna write to flex
I got a right to flex
'Cause I done seen a lot of people go and time crazy, I might be next
So let's live
Ain't nobody up in the scene who can best Siv
Y'all can't even really agree who the best is
Tried to run the crew, but the scene, it'd be less lit, and you all know it
Y'all some gun-bar kings, but we all poets
British pub to the clam, all your bars stolen
Been had drive, I don't care where the car going
Song like a Christmas tree, they put a star on it, nigga
[Outro: Sivade]
Bitch, say it again, bitch
