Seanny Greggs - Triple S Crew lyrics

[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 k**ing 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 n***a in the Capital for capitol Ha, step into my avenue and I'll embarra** 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 n***as love it when I talk that sh** Maybe it's when I'm on tracks with Sicks And Scolla, n***as acknowledge the flow I'm in demolishing mode, pardon the tone But this how it goes when you're finally home sh** 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 k** this sh** and have the homie PHZ-Sicks cosign this sh** 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 sh**, hunger for the money is absurd when a n***a 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 k** the dream The grammatics an automatics that turns tragic into cease static to any n***a and that's it The finish line of greatness is just a checkpoint and that's why I'm so willing to pa** 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 muthaf**ing a**hole Move the oxygen mask so we can take this picture for Instagram, ho