Can’t get comfortable, in shape like a ball playa.
What yall sayin? I’m top of the key, yall lay up.
I raise up, then drop, the wrist like MJ.
Ok, yup, dont cur if you Dikembe, Mutombo, you gone stumble, like off, the remay.
My swag is blueprint, I laugh get ya crew lit.
Stupid losers, I’m as cool as the cool get.
O, what? They ya new school kicks, You cant wear out?
I’m just tryna party and bull**** what we’re bout.
I put myself back 2gather in a snow storm.
No agent, no manager, re-born.
Got off the back, started sparrin with the legends.
Bring a coffin back, they gone need a reverend.
You want a game? Gotta ball for that to seven.
We aint the same, I’ll make an offer, wont 4get it.
All these traders, all these Brutuses.
Tryna be Cesar? gone need more than a crucifix.
She tryna believe it, I’m like leave it get a newer whip.
Snowin outside, couple inches bout two to six.

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