Breakout - Intellectual

(Intro)

Grraaaa

The Master

Haha

(Chorus)

Sauce, I got the sauce

Cold, like I am frost

Sauce, I got the sauce

Cold, like I am frost

(Verse 1)

Hold up, back here playing with a vision

Champions with the ship in the vision

Champs of division, repetition

Get a ring with no ring, just the feeling of winnin

Let’s get it, on a mission and you know we got the whole team

Heat with the passes and then you know we gotta bring

Fire with the ice and the ice so cold

Back on the track and I’m back to be GOAT

Thought that we was diamonds cause our team so froze

We keep the pack like we droppin bangers and it goes

Pass with attack and a tackle waitin for ya

Beat the heat with fire and you know we blazin for ya

They was tryna tell us that we couldn’t be something

But we rise up like Hamilton, not gonna be nothing

And we goin and flowin and blowin and showin our competition who we are

And bangin them things and bringin the rainin and even though we got the fire

And we skrr skrr skrr like we Madeintyo

And we came with the engine like we were diesel

Stay with the crown like we were regal

Goin for state, not just regional

Get a mental picture of us into your mind

Because when we go, you know it’ll be time

(Chorus)

Sauce, I got the sauce

Cold, like I am frost

Sauce, I got the sauce

Cold, like I am frost

(Verse 2)

Blue check the name with the devil on it

Shortridge boy, you know we get lit

Classes on 10, GPA on 4

High school lit as this, never done before

Blue check the name with the devil on it

Shortridge boy, you know we get lit

Classes on 10, GPA on 4

High school lit as this, never done before

Lukewarm, yeah, whatever, we’re on fire

Working hard in and out, bout to perspire

Bout to expire and retire all of the villains

Shortridge boy, you know that we winning

In the game and we in the fame and we never change like we stay the same

Pain stakes but we’ll raise the pain, and we dodge the hate like we in a range

Dodgeball with them hard hits, those other boys, they stay nappin

Get me on my touchdown, bow down boy, they stay clapping

And they all stand up on the stands when I do it

Blowin over other teams, gonna go through it

They try to catch us sleeping like they was on a steak-out

How you gonna stop me, huh? This my season, my breakout