G-League

I wanna see my niggas get on
Turn my pockets from empty to strong
I thank God that I don't need a chrome
I get bothered I'm gon let it off
I remember when I was a teen
I shed tears got cut from the team
I ended up on the way to the league
Moral of story man fuck what they think

I can not stop the momentum
I'm working too hard to build up credentials
10,000 hours a light years away but the work and the time is essential
Write everything in the permanent ink
Speak on my mind give a fuck what you think
Desperate times, desperate measures
Life on the line, don't fold under pressure
Talk a good flame, in the kitchen you sweating
Character flaws in these niggas possession
Don't do the crime & then call for protection
Must check yourself before niggas start testing
After that point its just God and his blessings
Mama was broke don't got pennies in wallet
Every check gotta make a deposit
Fuck yo 2 cents if it don't bring me commas
Said she wan fuck with a nigga
She don't really got much trust in a nigga
Only break bread if a nigga got love for a nigga
Real love for a nigga
Said she wan fuck with a nigga
She don't really got much trust in a nigga
Only break bread if a nigga got love for a nigga
Real love for a nigga
Riding through the city
Fuck around might cop a Richard Millie
I know all my real player niggas with me
Smoke a joint & fuck yo joint until she dizzy
Til she dizzy aye

I wanna see my niggas get on
Turn my pockets from empty to strong
I thank God that I don't need a chrome
I get bothered I'm gon let it off
I remember when I was a teen
I shed tears got cut from the team
I ended up on the way to the league
Moral of story man fuck what they think

I paid dues
And I Made my rules
Run my mouth
See the tread on shoes
Sole on socks
Yeah my blood runs through
I don't sleep while up
My dreams come true
Gave up my heart
No return on payments
We tried out love and that take some bravery
Might throw knuckles
Tim Wakefield Major League
Foot in the mound
Ten toes on the ground
Skin got scars like I'm still on the slaveship
Made us so low, locked us in cages
Grits in our palms, turned it to patience
My bitch roll dope cause we live on a spaceship
Niggas on go all my bro's is too dangerous
Flip through the pages
I'm in the matrix
Neo the soul just to up the engagement
D Bo yo hoe
Out her window I'm racing
Said she wan fuck with a nigga
She don't really got much trust in a nigga
Only break bread if a nigga got love for a nigga
Real love for a nigga
Said she wan fuck with a nigga
She don't really got much trust in a nigga
Only break bread if a nigga got love for a nigga
Real love for a nigga
Riding through the city
Fuck around might cop a Richard millie
I know all my real playa niggas with me
Smoke a joint & fuck yo bitch until she dizzy
Til' she dizzy aye



Credits
Writer(s): Dean Mulzac Jr.
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