Clyde Drexler (feat. Sir Michael Rocks)
Ayy, yeah, Zangief, I'm knockin' him out he canvas
Rap heavyweight, should be sittin' where my pants is
Showtime Mahomes, I'm chiefin' like I'm in Kansas
I'm the fuckin' franchise, dunk it like Steve Francis
Sixteen, they was tryin' to label me a hooligan
Boy spitting blanks, I think his pen is gettin' dull again
Spittin' with a tool again, come back with a mulligan
I ain't got a heart, so she tryin' to take my soul again
Freddy Krueger hands, I'm underground like Shredder
Anderson Da Silva, I'm cockier than McGregor
Bust like Bowie, I'm deuce three to the pressure
Deuce, deuce to his chest, pull a Clyde Draxler
Yeah, what you need, man, I got it all here for the low-ski
You can holla at my broski
I remember drivin' in the Porsche at low speeds
You was in ninth grade, tryin' to smoke seeds
Sticks and stems, your pockets are slim
I don't know what the fuckin' problem is, but talkin' to him
That ain't gon' get you nowhere farther than
Two steps wronger in the wrong direction
I look at money and see my reflection
What up, twin? What up? beloved, my heart beat
I'm rockin' custom-made clothes like a art piece
Put this in the Louvre, I'll put you in the pool
I picture me and your girl sippin' on coolers
Out the cooler, I'm out my medulla
Reroute the phones to the house a little sooner
We need that money quick, like the Oklahoma Sooners
I'm not throwing a pick, nah, I'm tryin' to brick
Brick, like Brick Van Exel
Bitch, I'm on the grind, front nose the axle
Drippin' no bait, but they bite on the tackle
Clyde the fuckin' Clyde like a pterodactyl
Clyde Drex' pull up mid-range in a Blazer
Man, they couldn't see me with them goggles with lasers
Lunable edibles, bake sale with the baker
Cool kids, summer jam, gold and A pager
Make em' scramble like Mike Vick on the Falcons
Showtime on the rise, I'm the one they was doubtin'
Shorty know I'm drippin' like I fell out the fountain
Ballin' like Melo when the logo was mountains
Spittin' so sick, I'ma Earl on my sweater
They be sleeping on me, but I'm water bed, wetter
Heard nobody better, heavyweight, he a feather
Dunkin' on his shooters, slam dunk like Drexler
Rap heavyweight, should be sittin' where my pants is
Showtime Mahomes, I'm chiefin' like I'm in Kansas
I'm the fuckin' franchise, dunk it like Steve Francis
Sixteen, they was tryin' to label me a hooligan
Boy spitting blanks, I think his pen is gettin' dull again
Spittin' with a tool again, come back with a mulligan
I ain't got a heart, so she tryin' to take my soul again
Freddy Krueger hands, I'm underground like Shredder
Anderson Da Silva, I'm cockier than McGregor
Bust like Bowie, I'm deuce three to the pressure
Deuce, deuce to his chest, pull a Clyde Draxler
Yeah, what you need, man, I got it all here for the low-ski
You can holla at my broski
I remember drivin' in the Porsche at low speeds
You was in ninth grade, tryin' to smoke seeds
Sticks and stems, your pockets are slim
I don't know what the fuckin' problem is, but talkin' to him
That ain't gon' get you nowhere farther than
Two steps wronger in the wrong direction
I look at money and see my reflection
What up, twin? What up? beloved, my heart beat
I'm rockin' custom-made clothes like a art piece
Put this in the Louvre, I'll put you in the pool
I picture me and your girl sippin' on coolers
Out the cooler, I'm out my medulla
Reroute the phones to the house a little sooner
We need that money quick, like the Oklahoma Sooners
I'm not throwing a pick, nah, I'm tryin' to brick
Brick, like Brick Van Exel
Bitch, I'm on the grind, front nose the axle
Drippin' no bait, but they bite on the tackle
Clyde the fuckin' Clyde like a pterodactyl
Clyde Drex' pull up mid-range in a Blazer
Man, they couldn't see me with them goggles with lasers
Lunable edibles, bake sale with the baker
Cool kids, summer jam, gold and A pager
Make em' scramble like Mike Vick on the Falcons
Showtime on the rise, I'm the one they was doubtin'
Shorty know I'm drippin' like I fell out the fountain
Ballin' like Melo when the logo was mountains
Spittin' so sick, I'ma Earl on my sweater
They be sleeping on me, but I'm water bed, wetter
Heard nobody better, heavyweight, he a feather
Dunkin' on his shooters, slam dunk like Drexler
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Luna-bell
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