Cooperative Play
Me versus me
Playing the game and it's on a split screen
Betting them benjis, in debt to my knees
Betting against me, then read 'em and weep
Setting difficulty level extreme
I'm getting the victory, never a cheat
Sweaty my hands cause I'm getting them greased
You sure
Pass the joy
Mass, I'm going to Pastor Troy
Wan be a baller, not hot having court
I'm a shot caller, you bad at sports
I'ma hip-hop and then grab the boards
I'm on a fast break, have a good morning
Start with a L like Salvador
I ring a bell like at your door
Childish as hell, a statutory
I'm on my square in the trapezoid
I drop and it felt like and asteroid
I was in Dexter's Laboratory
When mommy was telling me attaboy
Holler and yell in your rap some more
Now dropping a pen, catch the Noise
Prolly swim, you acting coy
Carpe Diem, I grab the horns
Heart be in the allegory
Part of him since back when born
Hardly in my category
Hard of hearing, that's annoying
Sparking in the backwood
Got a armadillo jacket on me
Homies yelling
Run it backwards for me
Uh
Got it slapping for me
Y'all know Robby Atkins
What I done, I done it Masterfully
In another bracket
Iverson, don't come to practice
But he end up running laps
Midas touching, turn to karats
From my finger going tap
I'm the one like you subtracted
Nine from ten, the sum of that
I don't know who you been axing
But I been a Lumberjack
And I'm known to cut attachments
I ain't finna cut 'em slack
Got me chopped
Couldn't hack it like a digital attack
Playing the game and it's on a split screen
Betting them benjis, in debt to my knees
Betting against me, then read 'em and weep
Setting difficulty level extreme
I'm getting the victory, never a cheat
Sweaty my hands cause I'm getting them greased
You sure
Pass the joy
Mass, I'm going to Pastor Troy
Wan be a baller, not hot having court
I'm a shot caller, you bad at sports
I'ma hip-hop and then grab the boards
I'm on a fast break, have a good morning
Start with a L like Salvador
I ring a bell like at your door
Childish as hell, a statutory
I'm on my square in the trapezoid
I drop and it felt like and asteroid
I was in Dexter's Laboratory
When mommy was telling me attaboy
Holler and yell in your rap some more
Now dropping a pen, catch the Noise
Prolly swim, you acting coy
Carpe Diem, I grab the horns
Heart be in the allegory
Part of him since back when born
Hardly in my category
Hard of hearing, that's annoying
Sparking in the backwood
Got a armadillo jacket on me
Homies yelling
Run it backwards for me
Uh
Got it slapping for me
Y'all know Robby Atkins
What I done, I done it Masterfully
In another bracket
Iverson, don't come to practice
But he end up running laps
Midas touching, turn to karats
From my finger going tap
I'm the one like you subtracted
Nine from ten, the sum of that
I don't know who you been axing
But I been a Lumberjack
And I'm known to cut attachments
I ain't finna cut 'em slack
Got me chopped
Couldn't hack it like a digital attack
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Writer(s): Robby Atkins
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