The triples are on it, we ain't backin' down, Risin' to the top like kings wearin' crowns, Chopper in the trunk, mean mug, no frowns, Rollin' with my homies, we own this damn town. We rise from the shadows, we grind through the night, Got my crew on my side, yeah, we ready to fight, Chopper spittin’ rhymes, takin' flight like a kite, Homies in the zone, man, we outta sight WE'RE FIGHTING FOR GLORY,MAN,for our light you see my mind is on nother level im with god not the devil i know what's so special about us the rebels lets have him wrestle