The Cave: Season 3 - Episode 8

[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