text: Triple Science Lyrics
  Yo, turn
  Turn, turn, turn, turn
  Interview room, stay silent
  Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance
  If I ever took that oath, Im lyin 
  Even when I wrong, Im tryna stay righteous
  How many times did he leave man lifeless?
  End up on a wing with lifers 
  Bro was the tightest, he sent man a fiver
  I guess its the thought that counts
  Five-hundred English pounds in fivers
  I still cant afford her nails
  In the bando, studyin triple science
  Grab the Pyrex, its goin down
  Look at the flick of the wrist, all I needs an hour 
  Ask Scott if he can do the night shift, evеn those gaffs all bait in town
  Even those gaffs all bait in town
  I chеf out the bando like it aint
  Ah, them times, it was hundred pounds an eighth
  Wasted time on my estate
  Look at the bando, its a state 
  I was dead broke, couldve got me paid
  Learn how to turn it, rock from flake 
  All the times that I wanted to call it quits, I stayed
  To the times that I had to go flush that grub
  Cah I went and caught a raid 
  I really had to meet Fi in the park
  She said she want four dark like the wing 
  No, she dont want crack, she just tryna stay mellow 
  This ones yellow, its Super Saiyan 
  Super Saiyan, I still got the shoebox I used for savin 
  Savin, it really took so much patience 
  Spend it on smoke, tryna turn man patient 
  Patient, really had to put in that work rate 
  Tried, no, we didnt have time for ravin
  Ravin, with the T-house man stayed in
  Couldnt care less cause the money just came in 
  Interview room, stay silent
  Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance
  If I ever took that oath, Im lyin 
  Even when I wrong, Im tryna stay righteous
  How many times did he leave man lifeless?
  End up on a wing with lifers 
  Bro was the tightest, he sent man a fiver
  I guess its the thought that counts
  Five-hundred English pounds in fivers
  I still cant afford her nails
  In the bando, studyin triple science
  Grab the Pyrex, its goin down
  Look at the flick of the wrist, all I needs an hour 
  Ask Scott if he can do the night shift, even those gaffs all bait in town 
  The T-house put the shotgun in ation
  Dont get yourself shot like Kaylum 
  My young boy wanna trap, need trainin
  He already know how to drill them paigons 
  Paigons, paigons, everywhere I look, I see paigons 
  He tryna do both
  Tryna score and distribute balls like Chamberlain 
  All the times that I built a new spot, geography 
  Bicarb and the rest, thats chemistry 
  Countin up bread, thats physics 
  You ever seen a fiend OD? Biology 
  Paranoia in the fast lane, thinkin every car is the Jakes tryna follow me 
  Do them opps properly, ching mans head 
  Ive never really been a fan of psychology 
  Fuck them feds 
  They made my association, sociology 
  Who ever cares what the servery said?
  Tell em, Let me get the whole loaf of bread 
  Didnt ever like to shit on my doorsteps
  Country phones, got that dough off ends 
  Keep the blinds closed, stay low from feds 
  Or Im back on the wing tryna conk mans head 
  Interview room, stay silent
  Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance
  If I ever took that oath, Im lyin 
  Even when I wrong, Im tryna stay righteous
  How many times did he leave man lifeless?
  End up on a wing with lifers 
  Bro was the tightest, he sent man a fiver
  I guess its the thought that counts
  Five-hundred English pounds in fivers
  I still cant afford her nails
  In the bando, studyin triple science
  Grab the Pyrex, its goin down
  Look at the flick of the wrist, all I needs an hour 
  Ask Scott if he can do the night shift even those gaffs all bait in town Embed