Maze
I'm cut from a cloth you'll have remorse threading
Married to the game yet I'm comfortable in divorce settings
Cause bad judgement leads to court headings
And the only way I'll parlay with niggas is if we sports betting
Plenty try to kick it and treat me just like a game of FIFA
Or try to kick it for sport, I'm like their favorite sneaker
I rather fuck with the spreads sometimes I play for leisure
Maybe if I hit on a teaser il get that Jada feature
Underdog getting love on the ticket bets
Niggas sleeping on me to make it worse even shit the bed
Probably sell their soul to see me fail even snitch to feds
Chat'n in the projects now, bunch of chicken heads
Still I put on for the city in a dream state
Had to pay my dudes that wasn't going at a cheap rate
These niggas know the rules and sending letters for a rebate
Never getting to the bag cause it looks better in a briefcase
I feel the pressure under more scrutiny
But in the heat of the moment who keeps it cool as me?
I keep it cooler than TB 12 up at Foxborough
I creep with sleep but her cousin know that I'm nocturnal
These rappers yappin' bought that action but they not thoro
Get these guys high and they pop fly like Scott Burrell
Bunch of dick riding niggas with no father figures politican
Everybody out here acting like they on Apollo missions
Houston we got a problem, with no Deshaun Watson
And fuck a James Franco, I'm going Green Goblin
I'm never trippin, never dippin, know the team got it
Shit ain't been the same in the game since the team got in
Yall ain't got buzz all sober shit
I'm Playing with the racks like Djokovic
You ain't coming close to this
A letdown just imagine Jordan going 0 for 6
And I'm the one they talk about when it's over with
You see how i get to the checks, it got these kids upset
Ain't talking streaming apps but I got these flix on the net
You see I'm ripping the set
You see I'm slaying these joints?
Now I'm in your John Walls like I'm playing the point
I make the crowd move just with what I say with my voice
I'm the answer no multiple choice
I'm displaying my skills, I ain't playing for real
You can ask your shorty we know that you hating for until
It dawned on them, on the weekend she Abel to chill
Now I got her out of state for a thrill
Damn, still styling, rock medallions
Money piling
Put on for the city, take the public to a private island
Married to the game yet I'm comfortable in divorce settings
Cause bad judgement leads to court headings
And the only way I'll parlay with niggas is if we sports betting
Plenty try to kick it and treat me just like a game of FIFA
Or try to kick it for sport, I'm like their favorite sneaker
I rather fuck with the spreads sometimes I play for leisure
Maybe if I hit on a teaser il get that Jada feature
Underdog getting love on the ticket bets
Niggas sleeping on me to make it worse even shit the bed
Probably sell their soul to see me fail even snitch to feds
Chat'n in the projects now, bunch of chicken heads
Still I put on for the city in a dream state
Had to pay my dudes that wasn't going at a cheap rate
These niggas know the rules and sending letters for a rebate
Never getting to the bag cause it looks better in a briefcase
I feel the pressure under more scrutiny
But in the heat of the moment who keeps it cool as me?
I keep it cooler than TB 12 up at Foxborough
I creep with sleep but her cousin know that I'm nocturnal
These rappers yappin' bought that action but they not thoro
Get these guys high and they pop fly like Scott Burrell
Bunch of dick riding niggas with no father figures politican
Everybody out here acting like they on Apollo missions
Houston we got a problem, with no Deshaun Watson
And fuck a James Franco, I'm going Green Goblin
I'm never trippin, never dippin, know the team got it
Shit ain't been the same in the game since the team got in
Yall ain't got buzz all sober shit
I'm Playing with the racks like Djokovic
You ain't coming close to this
A letdown just imagine Jordan going 0 for 6
And I'm the one they talk about when it's over with
You see how i get to the checks, it got these kids upset
Ain't talking streaming apps but I got these flix on the net
You see I'm ripping the set
You see I'm slaying these joints?
Now I'm in your John Walls like I'm playing the point
I make the crowd move just with what I say with my voice
I'm the answer no multiple choice
I'm displaying my skills, I ain't playing for real
You can ask your shorty we know that you hating for until
It dawned on them, on the weekend she Abel to chill
Now I got her out of state for a thrill
Damn, still styling, rock medallions
Money piling
Put on for the city, take the public to a private island
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Writer(s): Jamal James, Daryl James, Michael Thomas
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