Pole Position
They standing in
Monkey barrels
Snake grasses and
Crab buckets
They out here
Tending the zoo taking from they pockets,
Giving the charge to people plugging in they sockets
And they sitting, wondering why all that they do flopping
I'm like ice in the barrel
I'm chilly
My homie just copped him a 'vette
And he shifty
I'm counting up robert dinero
So quickly
I know that there's somebody
Trying get me
Got me in my crib paranoid
I tend to see it as advanced preparation
For when my opps come in to search and destroy
Seeing it from all angles
Acute and obtuse
Cuz when push comes to shove
I'm ready to get loose
Check the record and history there's proof
And no this ain't no scary movie
It ain't no spoof
Let's face it, Just Trey the mother fucking truth nigga
And I can't say the same about you mother fuckers uh
Are you down to ride?
Down to slide down this road with me?
Are you right beside and supporting me?
Yeah, yeah yeah
Niggas on the sides
Steal the vibe, take control of me
Trynna pull me down, get a hold of me
Yeah yeah
Man these hoes so fooled it is outrageous
Getting twisted by those lies in their mentions and favorites
All those people are posting positive honeymoon phases
And they been blinded by them sentimental, um obligatory phrases, I mean
Introverted but on the mic you know I spit that flame
Girl that is just the way that I choose to vent out all of my pain
And yeah that I'm married to the money, obsessed with the game
But ain't that what you love me for? My grinding for days?
Ain't that what you been waiting for? My road to the fame?
Didn't you say you want all of them trips expenses paid?
Didn't you say no broke ass niggas invading your space?
Well then you must be on your way, there's money to make
Oh yeah - and go 'head back away, cuz I overtake
I'm trying to take that pole position and you in the way
Them hoes and all them fucking bros
Get out of my face
Ain't no love to give on this shit,
These bitches is fake
Well then you must be on your way, there's money to make
Ain't no love to give on this shit
These bitches is fake
Oh yeah - and go 'head back away, cuz I overtake
Ain't no love to give on this shit
These bitches is fake
Are you down to ride?
Down to slide down this road with me?
Are you right beside and supporting me?
Yeah, yeah yeah
Niggas on the sides
Steal the vibe, take control of me
Trynna pull me down, get a hold of me
Yeah yeah
Monkey barrels
Snake grasses and
Crab buckets
They out here
Tending the zoo taking from they pockets,
Giving the charge to people plugging in they sockets
And they sitting, wondering why all that they do flopping
I'm like ice in the barrel
I'm chilly
My homie just copped him a 'vette
And he shifty
I'm counting up robert dinero
So quickly
I know that there's somebody
Trying get me
Got me in my crib paranoid
I tend to see it as advanced preparation
For when my opps come in to search and destroy
Seeing it from all angles
Acute and obtuse
Cuz when push comes to shove
I'm ready to get loose
Check the record and history there's proof
And no this ain't no scary movie
It ain't no spoof
Let's face it, Just Trey the mother fucking truth nigga
And I can't say the same about you mother fuckers uh
Are you down to ride?
Down to slide down this road with me?
Are you right beside and supporting me?
Yeah, yeah yeah
Niggas on the sides
Steal the vibe, take control of me
Trynna pull me down, get a hold of me
Yeah yeah
Man these hoes so fooled it is outrageous
Getting twisted by those lies in their mentions and favorites
All those people are posting positive honeymoon phases
And they been blinded by them sentimental, um obligatory phrases, I mean
Introverted but on the mic you know I spit that flame
Girl that is just the way that I choose to vent out all of my pain
And yeah that I'm married to the money, obsessed with the game
But ain't that what you love me for? My grinding for days?
Ain't that what you been waiting for? My road to the fame?
Didn't you say you want all of them trips expenses paid?
Didn't you say no broke ass niggas invading your space?
Well then you must be on your way, there's money to make
Oh yeah - and go 'head back away, cuz I overtake
I'm trying to take that pole position and you in the way
Them hoes and all them fucking bros
Get out of my face
Ain't no love to give on this shit,
These bitches is fake
Well then you must be on your way, there's money to make
Ain't no love to give on this shit
These bitches is fake
Oh yeah - and go 'head back away, cuz I overtake
Ain't no love to give on this shit
These bitches is fake
Are you down to ride?
Down to slide down this road with me?
Are you right beside and supporting me?
Yeah, yeah yeah
Niggas on the sides
Steal the vibe, take control of me
Trynna pull me down, get a hold of me
Yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Lebron James
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