All that kind of stuff, tryin to hide, but it’s all fake
But still i’m saying, this life, this game,
it ain’t no love in it, it don’t love you back
I feel your hate, I do man
See, a nigga like me man
I love the game, i love the hustle
Be feelin like one of those ball players ya know
Like Bird, Magic or something
Yea you know a nigga got dough
A nigga could leave the league, but if I leave,
Are the fans still gonna love me man?

I don’t gotta be here
Look, I need your admiration for Infiniti,
not that this ain’t lucrative, but I just need your energy
I got the passion to please, I want ...
And the way I’m ballin, give me a Grammy or yo beat
Standing on feet, bet these bitches follow me
And I just give them D, I just give them D like they is out the league

I seemed the beat to various other people
The pressures and greatest always come with critiquing
New as the sneakers, you consuming the bleachers,
blue as some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense
double MG uh, we uh, yal just relax, see uh, all my females show butts
curtis ...
Not any lion, my pen stated niggas recited. I’m Michael jordan major,
you niggas harold minor, pussy be all on it
we too young for romancing, my niggas never block
I think i’m Barry Sanders
haa, Hold up, look, hold up
fuck these bitch ass niggas for real

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see god gave us the talent but devil made us famous
my effort is contagious, so check this be your wishin
with this recording i’m as sick as jordan before game six
Trash talking, i bet i pick n roll with your bitch
You got some papers for me, hit me on the orange set
Walter Payton Mercedes, ... an early ride
all of my pupils flowing
(slowed) I dont got no lazy eye
ghetto flows bout as thick as strippers poles,
zone blockin with these bitches, i’m just pickin a hoe
pardon that jockin but since i’m ballin they gettin salty
they all catchin feelings, I should ...
Them niggas talkin, they like man he official
I just made em pacific , i’m just being prolific
right now don’t need no misses,
i got a rack of trojans, no
i’m tryin flip i’m tryin be that cool
all these bitches converse with me off that react juice
that jordan free my shoe, double M-G my crew,
when you do as big as manut, you make it seem minute
(ricky more flight posit mike)? nitty blue phones in the store
feeling like charlotte when they traded kobe, you know
but i let it go, rozay fin to re-up, he got himself a kobe
and snuck on vlade divac, and we know la de de da
i good frontin at people,
shallow bitches go hail mary when i throw that D route
ha, ha
now deep out, me and my whole team out
and I’m as high as Deon



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