Point Guard

Ball player but I'm like the point guard
Always knew to put that paper up that was my jumpstart
When that money start coming in that's when my lunch start
We was running round the neighborhood you Was in the front yard (nigga)
Trying to get close on me they trying to learn
Money always stay up on my mind I be concerned
12 man they coming up the road we need to turn
Nothing came for free I put the work in so I earned it

Put that work in I ain't let up young nigga man I guess I growed up to be a drug dealer
Got a lotta guns around I'm with some thug niggas
We ain't playin like that they in the club with us dirty game we play in
These streets don't love niggas
Trying to keep us low to the ground we get above with it
Trying hold me back I'm trying to go extra far
Young nigga serving that shit thought I was Escobar
Say they know about the whips we need a extra car
Say they Trying to get up on my trail I gotta swap it out
Free the real ones in the jail working the coffee pot
Pull up in some fast shit when I enter the parking lot
Where we from them dogs they bite they don't bark a lot
I can be up in the darkest spot these diamonds spark a lot
Yeah they extra clear you better not try to get near
Got some trophies out the trap I had a wonderful career

Ball player but I'm like the point guard
Always knew to put that paper up that was my jumpstart
When that money start coming in that's when my lunch start
We was running round the neighborhood you Was in the front yard
Trying to get close on me they trying to learn
Money always stay up on my mind I be concerned
12 man they coming up the road we need to turn
Nothing came for free I put the work in so I earned it

AHH go the law you need to turn off
All that flaw shit get involved it'll burn off
Diamond chains on got my shirt off
All the money came from out the streets
Get the dirt off (dirty money)
All the love they trying to show
I don't even want it
When they trying the show the love they prolly need something
Cap at its all time high I don't believe nothing
Hating on the next man you ain't even achieve nothing
Money coming in everyday I'm trying to receive some
Since a young nigga I knew how to put them racks up
And I been ready to shoot you better back up
Jump out broad day I aint even masked up
Through the city tinted windows duck the task force
Dope boy white tee I'm rocking white forces
You can make it to the top long as you play your position
And its do or die or not that just how I'm living

Ball player but I'm like the point guard
Always knew to put that paper up that was my jumpstart
When that money start coming in that's when my lunch start
We was running round the neighborhood you Was in the front yard
Trying to get close on me they trying to learn
Money always stay up on my mind I be concerned
12 man they coming up the road we need to turn
Nothing came for free I put the work in so I earned it



Credits
Writer(s): Jovon Booker
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