Текст песни Gridiron 3 - Street Light , Brannon , The Jokerr

Yeah,
This is where the story begins
And this is where we separate the boys and the men
This where you can meet the most morbid of ends
While you battle against the hurricane force of the wind

This is the ultimate test, the ultimate goal
This the place you get to face your ultimate foe
Where you can taste death and be left broken and cold
Or overcome it and be known all over the globe

This is the place where champions thrive where all the
cowards will die, all live in front of thousands of eyes
You may be talented but will you have the power and drive
When its down to the wire and the pressure keeps mounting with time?

So who's the alpha dog? Who's trying to swim with the sharks?
Where we disassemble the narks and we send them in parts
Who got the raw tenacity that it takes to win?
Guess it's time to find out, let the games begin! We bout ta...

Lace'em up, step into the fire
Your streak's about to expire
Hit'cha so hard you'll wanna retire
History's on the gridiron
Field generals and gunners for hire
Exposin' fakes and the liars
It's comin' down to the wire
Victory's on the gridiron

Yeah,
What we talking bout, rapping or balling
Back of the formation, pacing
And having them stalling
Tackle in packs.
Stack bodies after the sack
A minute left
I'll hit the ref if they happen to call it

It ain't often it
Goes to the wire
My fire is authentic
Aspiring arsonist
I cross lines, the kind you call scrimmage
And hit you before the snap, no Cap, I'm Stark with it

The commentators saying to leave him alone
I'm in a league of my own.
Doesn't matter which nonbeliever or
prime wide receiver they keeping me on
I'm seeking the thrown
whenever I'm deep in the zone

You understand?
Run it back if you didn't
You're a back in play action
You just pretended to get it
I ain't line, man
Just don't get out of pocket
You ain't running game on me, homie I ain't playing

Lace'em up, step into the fire
Your streak's about to expire
Hit'cha so hard you'll wanna retire
History's on the gridiron
Field generals and gunners for hire
Exposin' fakes and the liars
It's comin' down to the wire
Victory's on the gridiron

Third time, it's a trilogy
3 peat, if you feelin me
One hit em, ima gunslinger,
Like Tommy, I ain't talkin Hilfiger

LyriKal
4th qtr, time to bury em
Music City, hit em wit a Motor City miracle

Give em cold feet like AB
Heel split like KD
Get lit, get crazy
Hit the hole, get 6 like shady

Always been Brady with the Bill
Cause the skill been underpaid when they pay me
There is no debating
Why they keep hating on the goat
I've been waiting, when I show up
They evading all the smoke
Ain't no ghost when I be writing
When I'm writing they get ghost
Primetime
Betta get ready for the show
WHOA!

Lace'em up, step into the fire
Your streak's about to expire
Hit'cha so hard you'll wanna retire
History's on the gridiron
Field generals and gunners for hire
Exposin' fakes and the liars
It's comin' down to the wire
Victory's on the gridiron