New York Knicks

Let's go back to the days when I was moving eigths for the Julius Randle
Why when these hoes catch me out in traffic they ask for my IG handle
Catch me slashing, catch me dashing to the rim like RJ Barrett
Upgraded the Earlobes for a nine I copped the yellow karats
My bitch hella bad and she thick, but its all organic
Choppin' wine biz in Argentina and we speaking Spanish
I'm the same nigga that came up eating bologna with the red ring
Same nigga that rocked my white ones but swapped my shoestrings
Even though we got New Jersey's on we still on the same team
I heard y'all boys was talking down but what the fuck y'all really mean?
For the Za I'm a have to charge three flat just like Nerlens Noel
If you cannot grab the whole thing, just grab half the bell
She like my aroma she like Black Kenn I like the way you smell
This that sticky icky mixed with Issey baby can't you tell?
Marble on the wall in the kitchen when a nigga cookin'
I bridged the gap with the packs it remind me of the bricks in Brooklyn
It's some days when I was stressin', how the fuck I'm a make it out
It's some days my back was against the wall my head filled with doubt
It's some days when I was counted out I had to figure it out
It was some days... but my nigga I still found my route
It's some people in my corner through the cold and stormy weather
It's a cold world but I'm Icy Spicy gotta grab a sweater
Serve ya like I'm Chick-Fil-A you can get it it's whatever
Serve ya like I'm Chick-Fil-A you can get it it's my pleasure

Yeah this gas & instrumentals yeah this shit came off the temple
No it wasn't accidental I had no pad no pencil
While I'm sitting by the water she toppin' me off in the rental
Ran it up on the highway for a month copped the incidental
Down to my last five ain't in a rush to move em quickly
I might buss these hoes all the way to grammy's if they hit me
Took the Blueberry, mixed it with the Sour D
I'm feeling like the New York Knicks I'm tryna leave a legacy

She looked me in my eyes and tried to tell me that she wasn't gone lie to me
Don't compare me to that lil boy baby we not in the same league
Yeezy's on my feet right now I feel just like I'm Derrick Rose
Kim & Ye just divorced that's more reason not to trust these hoes
Left her sad in Austin told the bitch she could cry me a river
She said Black Kenn I thought you was coming back yeah bitch I remember
In the kitchen got the marble cut just like bricks on the wall
I came out doing the dougie on a bitch give me a round applause

Yeah this gas & instrumentals yeah this shit came off the temple
No it wasn't accidental I had no pad no pencil
While I'm sitting by the water she toppin' me off in the rental
Ran it up on the highway for a month copped the incidental
Down to my last five ain't in a rush to move em quickly
I might buss these hoes all the way to grammy's if they hit me
Took the Blueberry, mixed it with the Sour D
I'm feeling like the New York Knicks I'm tryna leave a legacy