Logo Dame

I den slid down, on the opposite block
Whether we hooping or it's beef, you know I'm taking my shot
I ain't come up in them streets cause I was passing the rock
Don't see a difference, on and off the court I carry a Glock
Mob ties, love my niggas they protecting the spot
It's a shell drill the way it's help D for the opps
I came a long way from shooting hoops on the block
I was hitting Trays young like I play for the Hawks

With this hooping shit, I'm bout as nice as they come
Or I can switch it up and rap look how far I then come
On the court bout the only place you'll catch me run
Cause off the court, no machine, I'm shooting two different guns
Can't even play man to man cause these niggas my sons
Half you niggas is fans, I could never be one
Ion know who keeping score I just know that we won
To keep it real the game was over before it ever begun

I'm in my zone nah, I'm in my 2-3
A sniper when I shoot I think I'm Kyrie
My bullets bully niggas, like they KG
Leave him with perforated edges like a loose leaf

Rest In Peace to Kobe every shot I'm going for the kill
He scary with the rock, we made a play and got the steal
He in his feelings talking crazy so I got the steel
And now I'm shooting over niggas like I'm Bradley Beal

Shooter with the 9, like I'm Rondo
Top tier, making plays head honcho
I never trust you niggas, you niggas Quandos
I only ball with my family like I'm Lonzo

If she ain't fucking ima pass her to my man's like Nash
I need a mag, throw the oop, I'm a catch off glass
Bullets freezing niggas, and we not playing tag
It's no face no case, I'm like Rip with the mask

If a nigga talking foul, then we making it rain
Brodie had a wack jumper, he got subbed out the game
You know I'm shooting for the top, I got it right in my aim
This sniper scope, I named my gun logo Dame
I'm fighting demons you got to tell me if you can relate to my pain
My niggas catching bodies, I wouldn't stand in the lane
Won't let them play me like a fool, don't ever play with my name
If she steady catching feelings, I step back like I'm James

I then slid down, on the opposite block
Whether we hooping or it's beef, you know I'm taking my shot
Wasn't brought up in them streets, cause I was passing the rock
Don't see a difference, on and off the court, I carry a Glock
Mob ties, love my niggas they protecting the spot
It's a shell drill the way it's help D for the opps
I came a long way from shooting hoops on the block
I was hitting Trays young like I play for the Hawks

With this hooping shit, I'm bout as nice as they come
Or I can switch it up and rap look how far I then come
On the court bout the only place you gone catch me run
Cause off the court, no machine, I'm shooting two different guns
Can't even play man to man cause these niggas my sons
Half you niggas is fans, I could never be one
Ion know who keeping score I just know that we won
To keep it real the game was over before it ever begun