Triple A

My brake pads are wearing thin, my patience isn't

I took my Nike off the pedal like just wait a minute

I turned to God just like Gepetto, when He moves I listen

I'm sitting on the bench, I'm stoked to see the team is winning

And I ain't made a run yet

I been chilling in the back, daydreaming my best

I'm not worried, God's steering with the ten-two grip

I know soon I'll go public cause He foretold this

For now I chill

Scarecrow, I'm not making moves