Liquid Light

Triple Trelian with the talent that’s heaven sent

You just maad cuz you weak and maad irrelevant

For the goal you can call me mister hell bent

Need the dollar bill duckets just to pay the rent

When they call tell em naw need the paper right

If you a homie you a homie ain’t no in between

Green and red finna have myself a good night

Whole team fresh and clean when we on the scene

Talkin’ bout me but all yo shit is wack tho

Runway Butcher Brown finna takе flight

Nigga I see you flexin’ but it’s all cap tho

Lock it up keep the squad number air tight

Will fight for thе right to turn it up loud

I’m just out here tryna make my momma daddy proud

Lil bro got the sketch with the insight

Gotta use every weapon for the paper right

Money money money

Gotta grind with the spark if you want the milk and honey

Late nights in the park with the J got me dummy

93 with out the paper ain’t a damn thing funny

Outlandish words from country side burbs

Take the shit and we flip it to profits absurd

RVA shit we treacherous homie you heard

Mail dictionary I be bringin’ the word

Bringin’ the heat to the speakers in the street

Gotcha whole head bang in’ while you movin’ your feet

Got the situation on ellebum thousand

Team strong in the city while you just browsin’

Whack sucks fuck shit something we not allowin’

Infrared 6’s fresh for the Sunday outing

Straight through the obstacles don’t need no re-routin

Full steam even after money start pilinnnnnn

Me neva eva eva gonna stop

Rockin’ hip-hop mix it up wit jazz, soul and rock

And some otha shit

Songs I heard while sleepin’ on the train speeding through the country in France in the rain

Finna cop a new trumpet whip and gold chain

Got that beat knock that vibrate ya whole frame

They finna see me shining and they gonna know the name

Tennishu it’s Triple Trey the shit is insane

This is from the brain

Careful now it’s heating up

We entering the fast lane

Here we go

Where the lighter? Start the show

Remember if it’s no check then I gotta go

Black RoB I want the dollar bill like whoa

Don’t cha know