Larry Bird
It takes more than intellect to be a musician
Put your soul in
Oh yeah this is perfect
Shooting like I'm Larry Bird
Bitch I don't miss, I just hit the swish
Swear I turn her on, it's like I hit the switch
Stressing on the daily, cause it's crazy how fucking wild this business is
Murdering the beat, leaving no witnesses
How'd I go from eating spam
To ordering dishes that I can't pronounce
Haters hating on me, y'all pathetic man without a doubt
You are fucking goofy surrounded by rap's Mickey Mouse
Still you broke as fuck with no cheddar inside your bank account
It ain't about the money though, rap is in my blood
I remember making music, and they said it was a dud
I remember working forty fucking hours at my job
Getting home one in the morning, but the working never stopped
I would fire up that Logic Pro, working till' the sun up
What you know about the sacrifice and struggle of the come up
I didn't get here overnight, nothing fucking sprung up
The future of the game my fucking name better be brung up
Yeah
Shooting like I'm Larry Bird
Ey yo, shooting like I'm Larry Bird
Shoot threes get birds
Larry's world
Bitches flirt while I just work
Larry's words
I got them threes up my sleeve I could steal your girl easily
Easily, I'm doing this shit breezily
But never ever peacefully
I talk mad shit on the frequently
But I back it up even recently
When you said, I ain't gonna fuck your girl
Unbelievably I did it anyways, cause I said so
I bet bro, that I will conquer the fucking world in my Benzo
Stick to the metro
I came out with some sick folks
Sick flows, outta my mouth, while you need mentos
Everywhere I go, I fucking killed it since the get-go
People about to see with this album
That I ain't playing
This ain't just a hobby
I do it cause I love it, like Dobby
I'mma protect this game from lobby, from the big doggies
Like Ronny Weasley, got that fire
I ain't no liar, got desire like Pharoahe Monch
I don't need no blunts like Snoop Doggy Dog
Got that energy in my soul, I'm like Kennedy with the folks
Been through the rainy days up in Stoke
And even those couldn't make me fold, no
Shooting like I'm Larry Bird
Ey yo, shooting like I'm Larry Bird
Shoot threes get birds
Larry's world
Bitches flirt while I just work
Larry's words
I got them threes up my sleeve I could steal your girl easily
Easily, I'm doing this shit breezily
But never ever peacefully
I talk mad shit on the frequently
But I back it up
But I back it up
Yeah, but I back it up
Put your soul in
Oh yeah this is perfect
Shooting like I'm Larry Bird
Bitch I don't miss, I just hit the swish
Swear I turn her on, it's like I hit the switch
Stressing on the daily, cause it's crazy how fucking wild this business is
Murdering the beat, leaving no witnesses
How'd I go from eating spam
To ordering dishes that I can't pronounce
Haters hating on me, y'all pathetic man without a doubt
You are fucking goofy surrounded by rap's Mickey Mouse
Still you broke as fuck with no cheddar inside your bank account
It ain't about the money though, rap is in my blood
I remember making music, and they said it was a dud
I remember working forty fucking hours at my job
Getting home one in the morning, but the working never stopped
I would fire up that Logic Pro, working till' the sun up
What you know about the sacrifice and struggle of the come up
I didn't get here overnight, nothing fucking sprung up
The future of the game my fucking name better be brung up
Yeah
Shooting like I'm Larry Bird
Ey yo, shooting like I'm Larry Bird
Shoot threes get birds
Larry's world
Bitches flirt while I just work
Larry's words
I got them threes up my sleeve I could steal your girl easily
Easily, I'm doing this shit breezily
But never ever peacefully
I talk mad shit on the frequently
But I back it up even recently
When you said, I ain't gonna fuck your girl
Unbelievably I did it anyways, cause I said so
I bet bro, that I will conquer the fucking world in my Benzo
Stick to the metro
I came out with some sick folks
Sick flows, outta my mouth, while you need mentos
Everywhere I go, I fucking killed it since the get-go
People about to see with this album
That I ain't playing
This ain't just a hobby
I do it cause I love it, like Dobby
I'mma protect this game from lobby, from the big doggies
Like Ronny Weasley, got that fire
I ain't no liar, got desire like Pharoahe Monch
I don't need no blunts like Snoop Doggy Dog
Got that energy in my soul, I'm like Kennedy with the folks
Been through the rainy days up in Stoke
And even those couldn't make me fold, no
Shooting like I'm Larry Bird
Ey yo, shooting like I'm Larry Bird
Shoot threes get birds
Larry's world
Bitches flirt while I just work
Larry's words
I got them threes up my sleeve I could steal your girl easily
Easily, I'm doing this shit breezily
But never ever peacefully
I talk mad shit on the frequently
But I back it up
But I back it up
Yeah, but I back it up
Credits
Writer(s): William Hartmann
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