TRIPLE SIX

Mask on my face, no clue who made this hit
No clue who made this hit
Mask on my face, no clue who made this hit
Bitch, it was Triple Six
Bitch, it was Triple-Triple—

Investing in gold and textiles, I light a missile
Rolling in to paint a freight train
We keep a low profile, I stay on track
I’m on tour, my buddy’s Interrailing
And my brother just left again after coming back from Brazil
Same face for every profile, I trust one in a thousand
I walk alone, it’s hard to connect
If I’m with a couple, no need to talk
Another birthday, another funeral
I’m back to smoking like a beast
My bro took me on a special mission
And we opened a motor with a grinder
If the feds come, we’ll have to sprint
I got this chain that weighs a ton
Knock on wood, I found a way
Riviere chain, cash in first class
Dude, the wait felt way too long
Crystal of sapphires, emerald the sphere
Someone mentions me, the shadow follows
I’m barefoot stepping on the carpet
Smoking some strong stuff, way too potent
You scoop it with a shovel like a fly’s wing

I shoot in the air and wherever the pain lands under the Stone Island
Watching ambulances come and go from the emergency room at Fuensanta
I have way more than I need
No gaps left behind me

I don’t forget my first thousand, my first hundred grand
I have no more memories, after that I stopped feeling
Panting with Eva on Canal Street
Rolling into the spot like it’s a boutique
I’m still in my zone
Chill, dropping gold records via DistroKid
Things happen where you can’t see them, locked in a 4x3
Cramped on a three-seater, squeezing the ten bags, yeah
Everything’s good here, Matilde hit a hundred
Yeah, THREE CREUS

A kiss in the air and wherever the pain lands under the Stone Island
Watching ambulances come and go from the emergency room at Fuensanta
I have way more than I need
No gaps left behind me

I got love for my homie, for my crew, for my cause
I got love for my dad, for my mom
I got love for that cash, for those rats you deal with
I got love for the good, for the bad
I got lov—