The Cave: Season 3 - Episode 8

Lyrics

[Intro] (Woah, Kenny) [Verse 1: Saba] Enough shit that we survived to write a book Jumpin' through loops and holes like a Hawaiian look The kinda crooks we grew up with didn't hide what they took I skipped the city before dawn, the last flight that I took I could look you dead in the eyes and see fire, whoosh You focused on Instagram likes and buyin' puss' We from the trenches like I'm eyein' nook and cranny I'm good at gambling, I put everything that I had on my family, yeah The car electric but I still gas tracks Tell niggas they can't touch me, no hazmat Trumpets blowin' the brass back Bad black boy got slanged ovеr cash stack Pass that dutchie to the left sidе, I'm plugged like Best Buy Plus, I'm the screen page on your girl's desktop Get the cameras rollin', check your F stop Yoga instructor how they bend blocks, race like the fast five Vin Diesel, it's easy to me Young artist, so the beat is an easel to me Asked Kenny, "What's the fees on the beat?" Y'all still waitin' on the reply Like Pharsyde, shit was passin' me by Hard times but the cast make me smile I'm courtside with the original guys The vintage garments, gotta thrift 'em to buy You on TikTok takin' cinnamon shots It's real PIVOT 'til the pendulum stop Do what I want, I don't fit in a box It's get rich or die tryin', Curtis Jackson before Vivica Fox [Break: Saba] That's how far, that's how far I got You know what I'm sayin', lil', lil', lil' type shit You know what I'm sayin', a'ight [Verse 2: Joseph Chilliams] I'ma pick up where Miley Cyrus left off On top of the world with my niggas, 'bout to step off You betray me, you won't see who cut your neck off I PIVOT with my friends like Chandler, Rachel and Ross I'm in my bag and I'm finna get my titties done Shut shit down like the start of the millennium I'm really him, Joseph Chilliams Whole gang goin' up, we didn't ask to pop like soda Or when you bite the BBLs too hard with your molars We runnin' through your shit like an Airbnb I'm the pretty ass G.O.A.T. that I prepared me to be I used to sleep at the pettin' zoo, they dared me to leave I need all my niggas and Britney Spears freed Since they legalized weed, and they in there for just that Cashin' out, givin' lap dances at the kickback We move together like a packet full of Tic-Tacs Speakin' of, 'bout to get an NFT minted Bein' this cute means insecure friendships On a blind date, gettin' back to my senses You can't sit with us, gotta keep it authentic [Break: Joseph Chilliams] That's, that's, that's what I, there ya go [Verse 3: Frsh Waters] Still check the temperature of the room, I'm well read Every table ever set, the whole team is gettin' fed Bein' broke over funds is petty, we gettin' bread Remember nights we was prayin' the Lord to get ahead Now I'm head of the table, wasn't able to cheat Wish I could speak for others stuck on repeat, they smothered, uh I had to bury my brother, other than that, I'm butter Toastin' these cats, they lickin' they wounds I carry mine on my back, barely got time to relax I don't recline or kick back, just read and react Step back to the back, KD on the track, church