Hoop Dreams (interlude)
Niggas wanted me to fall
Placed my back against the wall
Jokes on y'all
Forever above all
Bitch I'm born to ball
Yea
Yea
Ever since an adolescent, had a message to deliver niggas rap pathetic
You boys are dinner pass the beverage
Lyrics lack aggression
My shit was etched my God's hand
Nigga hate me all you want no man above God's plan
Send shots screaming thru the jungle think I'm Tarzan
X marks the spot, you're a marked man
I drift upon land via production of Snoop
I lift upon man eagle muzzle at ya roof
I let the bitch bark
The spark ripped em apart
Pull a tool, pull a part
My sharks will pull ya card
Broad day boulevard
My bullets bullied his car
In a hoodie like I'm Car
Melo a shooting star
Armed with a small forward shooting like a shooting guard
Shit, Duke recruitment in my yard shit
I earned scholarships
Young nigga shooting shit like Stojakovic
I'm top driven cause I'm bottom built
Lately my city been wicked it got my garden filled
With bodies and hollow tips
Looking like a horror film
Not a script
I got a script, yea 30s and 10s
They in you niggas got HEN talking dirty again
The crowd roared I dropped 30 in the gym
He tried to double cross me I went Curry for the win
Triple cross bitch I'm born to ball
Placed my back against the wall
Jokes on y'all
Forever above all
Bitch I'm born to ball
Yea
Yea
Ever since an adolescent, had a message to deliver niggas rap pathetic
You boys are dinner pass the beverage
Lyrics lack aggression
My shit was etched my God's hand
Nigga hate me all you want no man above God's plan
Send shots screaming thru the jungle think I'm Tarzan
X marks the spot, you're a marked man
I drift upon land via production of Snoop
I lift upon man eagle muzzle at ya roof
I let the bitch bark
The spark ripped em apart
Pull a tool, pull a part
My sharks will pull ya card
Broad day boulevard
My bullets bullied his car
In a hoodie like I'm Car
Melo a shooting star
Armed with a small forward shooting like a shooting guard
Shit, Duke recruitment in my yard shit
I earned scholarships
Young nigga shooting shit like Stojakovic
I'm top driven cause I'm bottom built
Lately my city been wicked it got my garden filled
With bodies and hollow tips
Looking like a horror film
Not a script
I got a script, yea 30s and 10s
They in you niggas got HEN talking dirty again
The crowd roared I dropped 30 in the gym
He tried to double cross me I went Curry for the win
Triple cross bitch I'm born to ball
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Henley
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