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(Hook x2) |
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Hoop life, don't tryna post up, you can't make the shot |
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Hall of fame playas don't miss a lot |
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I'm ballin' in the game without takin' shots |
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I assist and I pass the roc |
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(Verse) |
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I pass the roc like Atino Movi |
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Bitchy with the Glock like Raymond Felton |
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I bet she did sumth, I bet she hurt his heart |
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Ball in the game, too hard in the dark |
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Stay there, I make ya, feel like ya can't talk |
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Confesses is the dark, I'm professin' my pro'lems |
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I'm with my team-mates before the game |
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Strategize a plan, cause we gotta win |
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If we lose, we try again |
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One shot, finna drive again |
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And believe in myself, yea, cause we gotta win |
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I'mma drive again, if you gotta win |
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Hit the load on the bus |
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Yeah, you can fly with them |
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Tryna show peace, but I show peace before my piece |
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Nobody care when you're deceased |
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Live to the fullest, not behind the silver bullet |
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Niggas ain't gon' feed shit |
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Blood boyz, I ain't gon' try to talk |
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I'm just talkin' to my agent, and playn for a new team |
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I'm really bout lean, fuck niggas scared of every day |
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Noose shaken up, no one prepared for it |
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You feel me? This is all good, I'm gettin' good messages |
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On the jet, rubbin' my hands, this is money |
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That nigga showin' respect |
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Shout out to my agent tryna parlor a check |
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You know we gettin' reps |
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I got scouts lookin' at me, bitch, I'm the best |
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(Hook x2) |
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Hoop life, don't tryna post up, you can't make the shot |
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Hall of fame playas don't miss a lot |
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I'm ballin' in the game without takin' shots |
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I assist and I pass the roc |