B2myfia
Reporting live from the drawing board they acting scared
Tell 'em call the lord or go hard for yours no time to waste
What you stalling for ball hard or get off the court
This shit all a sport hall of fame with it baby
That's why they Can't never play me she got good head she go crazy
The one like Tracy mcgrady eyes on the prize
Ain't neither one of em go lazy I swear to God
I'll deliver the message right now I'm getting a massage
She wanna make me happpy she say thats her only job
I Appreciated on everything I love I never seen the leaches make it
Don't get to caught up with talking I'm still receiving payments
Believe I'm one of the greatest Separate myself from bad energy
Missing my folks in loving memory
This shit really be killing me that Myron gon physically
Ju ain't by his self hope he don't think that I ain't feeling eeem
My nigga killed my nigga sister and I love Em all
More confusion I'm already lost they asked what's the price
Ill pay for the time that's already gone Feet to the pavement it was set in stone
Right now I'm headed home loaf in my pocket I got cheddar on
The money calling I need hella phones
Calling I need hella phones
Dibly Picasso but Dip better known
Put up the house I'm the only nigga to bet it on
And that Fake love want get the time of day boy my Schedule closed
I say my schedule closed travel the world been in several zones
Real Nigga til I'm dead and gone Its only real in my flesh and bones
Tell 'em call the lord or go hard for yours no time to waste
What you stalling for ball hard or get off the court
This shit all a sport hall of fame with it baby
That's why they Can't never play me she got good head she go crazy
The one like Tracy mcgrady eyes on the prize
Ain't neither one of em go lazy I swear to God
I'll deliver the message right now I'm getting a massage
She wanna make me happpy she say thats her only job
I Appreciated on everything I love I never seen the leaches make it
Don't get to caught up with talking I'm still receiving payments
Believe I'm one of the greatest Separate myself from bad energy
Missing my folks in loving memory
This shit really be killing me that Myron gon physically
Ju ain't by his self hope he don't think that I ain't feeling eeem
My nigga killed my nigga sister and I love Em all
More confusion I'm already lost they asked what's the price
Ill pay for the time that's already gone Feet to the pavement it was set in stone
Right now I'm headed home loaf in my pocket I got cheddar on
The money calling I need hella phones
Calling I need hella phones
Dibly Picasso but Dip better known
Put up the house I'm the only nigga to bet it on
And that Fake love want get the time of day boy my Schedule closed
I say my schedule closed travel the world been in several zones
Real Nigga til I'm dead and gone Its only real in my flesh and bones
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Writer(s): Steven Jenkins
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