[Chorus: Z.Settle]
Scene 3
They don't want to see us
Succeed
They don’t want to be us
Exceed
All our expectations
We've been here and waiting
Now we elevating
[Verse 1: Yung June]
Baby girl do you want to be my bestie?
She hit the bench press, that bitch was lookin' chesty
Had to use her two hands, and suckin’ on my testy
I couldn't tell, was she a righty or a lefty?
I asked your dad if I could hit his juul he let me
Scene 3 do think this song is sexy?
She said nah, I said bitch you must be deaf she
Gave me attitude, I beat her into next week
All these bitches got to know that they can never test me
And they can never text me
And they can take a plan B, they should've never kept me
Oh, and by the way, my little brother's girlfriend's name is Lexi
[Verse 2: lil boulon]
Fuck the competition
Scene gang on a fuckin' mission
I just fucked your bitch sleep she havin' nocturnal emmision
We the final product all the other rappers stuck in revision
Bodies hang down, head stones, that's what we vision
You cannot mess with a legend
Bitch on her knees (yuh), I’m the reverend (yuh)
Scene gang what she reppin’ (yuh), scene gang on the section (yuh)
Scene 3, Scene 3, addicted to the greens
Buyin' two more acid tabs and a brand new pair of jeans
Bitch it’s lil boulon, watch your ankles I'm too quick
Little cutie said be gentle ‘cause this Asian pack a stick
Got her bouncin' this dick like bubbles in new soda
Her muscles gettin' weaker like she workin’ out her shoulders
Coppers comin' blood be runnin' down the street
Devil hummin' vultures summoned what a great
Caution, caution, demons crossin' severed heads is what we tossin'
Paint a picture if you think you had us beat
[Chorus: Z.Settle]
Scene 3
They don't want to see us
Succeed
They don't want to be us
Exceed
All our expectations
We've been here and waiting
Now we elevating
[Bridge: Z.Settle]
Yellow tape, they just called in for the backup (backup, backup)
Know we smack a motherfucker if he act up (act up, act up)
Hit the scene three times, that shit add up (add up, add up)
Do you really do this rap shit, get your racks up (cash)
[Verse 3: Sh4ne]
Started off normal, now she turned into a freak show
Calling me a river, ‘cause you know I gotta mean flow
Take you to the theater but we know the movies crap
And I'm gonna capture both your titties with a booby trap (yeah)
Bitch hit the dusty dab, smelling her musty flab
Talking to your father like try not to bust me dad
Eating you out but it smells like the crusty crab
Baby I know that you really do love me bad (yeah)
And I know you telling me that you met a meanie
But now I be mixing you up like it fettuccine
So why are wobbling bitch you a bobble head
Head you on your knees but you given some awful head
Missing my voice so then why don't you call me then
Asking your vagina like hows the salami been (yeah)
My bitch is cool and I'm calling her my florida shawty
I'm having sex on a beds you be doing it in porta potty's
Running through the field and you hurt her trippin grass
So why you starting shit wit you burger flipping ass
And you can call me Tay K, ‘cause bitch I did the race
And I'm gone with my freshman baddie ‘bout to catch a case
[Verse 4: Cracker Jack]
Nicotine and Fortnite, bitch where's the invite
The Scene 3 boys cookin' like a stir fry
She want the pop
I want the slot
She gave me top
I pass her off to the next
Let me flex, that fake shit
You better stop
But first things first, believe she was a bad thing
Steer clear boy, I'll pop you like some acme (pow)
First Scene been hittin' but two bang like a bleacher
Now these little freshmen always hit me up for features
If you didn't get the message I'm the message
Didn't meet ya
I been stackin' all my cheddar, mac and cheese
Like a Beecher boy
What the fuck you tryna say?
If you're fat and lookin' at me, they your lookin' the wrong way
Yeah I'm white, yeah I'm rappin'
Yellow boulon, flippin' packs
And you never catch me lackin'
Cracker Jack is steady snappin'
Yeah I'm trash, yeah I'm mean
Yeah Shane likes ‘em 14 (15)
Best at Liberty if you got issues talk to me
At the scene
[Chorus: Z.Settle]
Scene 3
They don't want to see us
Succeed
They don't want to be us
Exceed
All our expectations
We've been here and waiting
Now we elevating
[Bridge: Z.Settle]
Yellow tape, they just called in for the backup (backup, backup)
Know we smack a motherfucker if he act up (act up, act up)
Hit the scene three times, that shit add up (add up, add up)
Do you really do this rap shit, get your racks up (cash)
[Verse 5: Z.Settle]
This the final Scene
Closing off with a caution
Often my mind is lost in
Picturing the lowering of coffins
Spent way too much time at the scene, I gotta get back home
Like some nicotine, this is road to the dome (aye, aye)
I've been simply raising standards for the matter
People talk about my music and they say my shits so sour
I'm just peeping through the curtains
Soon this earth I will devour
All our futures guaranteed
That's the only part I see
Like I'm Moses on this beat
Beats the ocean in defeat
‘Cause I'm rippin' it in pieces
It's filled with Hennessy
All I see is wannabes
We already killed the scene
All of them just want us dead
Rest in peace to Scenery
Yeah you know I have some things to say that I've been holding in
I would kill like every hook
But never was convicted
This my scenery, and we changing with the seasons
I'm smashing up the scene
I left it all in pieces
