Triple Double

[Chorus: Derek Minor & R-Swift]
One, two, three, four, f-, one, two, three, four, f-
One, two, three, four, f-, one, two, three, four, f-
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Code in, yeah (Last week messed around and got a triple double)

[Verse 1: R-Swift]
The whole team runnin' victory laps
From the bottom up, wasn't supposed to live to see that
Odds wasn't in our favor, just takin' what life gave us
Took a chance and realized that greatness is in our makeup
Every record I'm crushin', just ain't up for discussion
I'm the realest in my field, ain't nobody that could touch 'em
Never catered to opps or sold my soul for a spot
I'm what it looks like to be grindin' your whole life for a shot
And when I put it up, swish, ain't missin'
I imagine a real life, this ain't fiction
I rep my own so it's no block in my lane
Every hurdle's designed to keep me on top of my game
I put in overtime, the drive made me a champion
Standin' watchin' my setbacks turn to advantages
Chose what I become, never forget where I'm from, or
How I'm built, still feel these natives, said I am the one

[Chorus: Derek Minor & A.I. The Anomaly]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Here comes the dime
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
(Last week messed around and got a triple double)
One, two, three, four, f-, one, two, three, four, f-
One, two, three, four, f-, one, two, three, four, f-
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Ay, ay, ay (Last week messed around and got a triple double)

[Verse 2: A.I. The Anomaly]
Came in wit' an aim, to shoot truth for the angle
That smoosh oops and the proof is that she smooth with the favor
But who knew she could mangle a booth loose like an animal
Too soon with the damages, y'all knew when I came
Sharp too when I reign and I shoot through to your veins
Who tagging your eagle, that's a whole lot of pain
I got these flings in my eyes and a whole lotta rain
Gray skies, heaven clouds, that's a whole lotta shade
When your back against the wall, not a whole lotta space
I had to beat through the concrete bearin' up a fist
This ain't [?], this is tough love, whole lotta grit
Comin' up swingin' nunchuks, dare you to flinch
You see the digits, see the score, that's a whole lotta wins
Full course on the court, took a whole lotta wrist
Got the team at the hip, rebounds and assists
Triple double on the charts, they like "No, not again"

[Chorus: Derek Minor]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Here comes the dime
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
(Last week messed around and got a triple double)
One, two, three, four, f-, one, two, three, four, f-
One, two, three, four, f-, one, two, three, four, f-
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
(Last week messed around and got a triple double)