Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Abelard
Songwriter
Joseph Ciraolo
Songwriter
Everett Essex
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hollow Brooks
Producer
Lyrics
When's the last time u heard us 3 in the booth,we the coldest cats in the valley, saber tooth
We steppin on the scene tougher than a timberland boot. This is deeper than the surface becuz we got roots
We glowed up, ain't no stoppin now. No red signs to hold us back, pedal to the ground
When it comes to that race just to get the crown. We creeping for the win with no trace with that valley sound
We run it, we just, do it dude. That's why You only see the Nike symbol on my shoe
Supratta Records the crew, we mixed like cold brew, and with the pen & pad, we're like the new age Wu
With a little more tang, in the front like bangs. We always coming back for more like a boomerang.
My words gonna get you, running & spinning off ur axis
And we don't play those games, no rounds & no matches
Circa 13 that's how long we been workin for this
It's a sure thing we keep it moved ford like taurus
We the new kings, We on to new things, We'll change the color of your mood rings
Cause when we do things you all ignored us
Keep your game tight,You in your lane right?
We give the orders, You a Lame type,I think my name might
Get world supporters,You, Go to sleep with sheep
While we creeping up in the lions den
Find me in the shade with this 45, I'm just firing mortars
At close quarters no jurisdiction no boarders
My verses lead to hearses,This the purge you cant afford us
The holy trinity, storming thru on some horses
Leave em all for dead, body still tense Like rigor Mortis
I'm the baddest out
You ain't even heard about, That's without a doubt
I'm black and proud
In case it occurs to you
Why I'm actin wild, I crack a smile
Cuz you don't want the smoke Like a black'n mild
So pass it round, Cuz I will never pass it
What's a cap & gown?!
All I ever wanted was to move the crowd
Performing at the newest music lounge Where only few allowed
My motivation got drive
I got that Uber style
You should rate this a five For how I'm doing well
Because the fittest survive, Whenever enduring hell
Well
We can cut it like that
Writer(s): Joseph Ciraolo, Blake Abelard
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