Letras
Y'all better freeze the frame, we up above the rim
And can't nobody block our shot, this one's goin' in
They told us to seize the day, I'm out here seizing the season
I'm cooking like chef in the kitchen, I'mma need all of the season
I got the crocs in sport mode, moving militant like war zone
They SOS in the Morse code, so I'mma go give 'em some more soul
Give em some more soul
I sundown to sunny like Kwesi Kigozi
I'm rocking it realer like funky favela
Lone wolf, double deuce, triple très, quatre-quatre, five-alive
The devil be Devlin', we aiming for heaven, we octo cloud nine
The decem decori got snake eyes, they dodecahedron the organization
Now Xion's a lost soul
And happy quince to Marisol
I hope sixteen was super for Cam the man
Cover Seventeen Mag for Whitney, man
And her eighteenth is 'round the corner
And soon she'll be walking for her diploma
I'mma get her a record from on the corner
What you want, Nina, Guns, Cobain? I got you
I ain't got nothin' for nineteen, so I'mma just end it here clean
I lied, I'mma just skip it like 20-20 vision
2020, what a vision
21, in the club, tipsy, I cannot see because blurry the vision
And now I'm out here in the double-deuce year in my double-deuce year
Man, it's time to go seize it
Snake-eye, double-deuce, resolution: I'm on y'all heads and I mean it
Tones
Y'all better freeze the frame, we up above the rim
And can't nobody block this shot, this one's goin' in
They told us to seize the day, I'm out here seizing the season
I'm cooking like chef in the kitchen, I'mma need all of the season
Ya'll better freeze the frame
Y'all better freeze the frame