Courtside (feat. Lambo Lawson)
"Trunx you're the greatest"
Yeah
"Foley this two player"
I'm about mine
It's about time that I'm lit
Sitting courtside
On the sideline getting rich
Went from hoping off the porch
And now we hoping off the bench
Gotta make it make sense
Never worry bout a bitch
I'm about mine
It's about time that I'm lit
Sitting courtside
On the sideline getting rich
Went from hoping off the porch
And now we hoping off the bench
Gotta make it make sense
Never worry bout a bitch
Whoa
Mull this over I'm smooth like Chris Mullin
Quick to run and gun - I'll swish your fucking skull in - swish
I paint a perfect picture but I'm rapping like Monet
No impression - I love drugs, pussy, and money - cha ching
Trick I stay dipped like those rings from Walla Walla
Your bitch said my dick thick like an Odwalla
I'm an oddball with eightballs from Guatemala
Challah bread from the Impala I used to be a baller
I slowly chew through the green like a Koala
I'll bamboozle - I'm the kid who ducked the accusal
Cops claimed I had more shit than Metamucil
But I had the assist from the bench like Bill Musselman
I'm amusing man spit amazing fire like a muzzle
Occasionally motherfuckers approach just to flex a knuckle
I look them in them in the eyes and reply "I don't give a fuckle"
Usually breaks the ice and provides a sensible chuckle
I'm about mine
It's about time that I'm lit
Sitting courtside
On the sideline
Getting rich
Went from hoping off the porch
And now we hoping off the bench
Gotta make it make sense
Never worry bout a bitch
I'm about mine
It's about time that I'm lit
Sitting courtside
On the sideline
Getting rich
Went from hoping off the porch
And now we hoping off the bench
Gotta make it make sense
Never worry bout a bitch
Whoa
Like a new board
Getting to the grip
Tryna make another flip before I walk into the crib
Now my closet like a shoe store
That you cannot get in
I was focused on the trap like I was tryna lock it in
Need alotta ends
She want all the chocolate
I'm worth m and ms
Money on my noggin
Smokin' loud in the backyard again
Feel like Ricky Bobby telling Cal that he just gotta win
Feel like Wheel Of Fortune this important
So I gotta spin
Whatchu playing in the house?
Ima run up in
She say she bangin' every album
Let me run again
Your favorite rapper couldn't hack it
Guess he wasn't him
It's to the rack how I attack
Like I'm Above The Rim
I saw your pack and gave it back
Like it was not legit
And when they ask why I did that
I had to say: that I'm about mine
It's about time that I'm lit
Sittin' courtside
On the sideline getting rich
Yeah
"Foley this two player"
I'm about mine
It's about time that I'm lit
Sitting courtside
On the sideline getting rich
Went from hoping off the porch
And now we hoping off the bench
Gotta make it make sense
Never worry bout a bitch
I'm about mine
It's about time that I'm lit
Sitting courtside
On the sideline getting rich
Went from hoping off the porch
And now we hoping off the bench
Gotta make it make sense
Never worry bout a bitch
Whoa
Mull this over I'm smooth like Chris Mullin
Quick to run and gun - I'll swish your fucking skull in - swish
I paint a perfect picture but I'm rapping like Monet
No impression - I love drugs, pussy, and money - cha ching
Trick I stay dipped like those rings from Walla Walla
Your bitch said my dick thick like an Odwalla
I'm an oddball with eightballs from Guatemala
Challah bread from the Impala I used to be a baller
I slowly chew through the green like a Koala
I'll bamboozle - I'm the kid who ducked the accusal
Cops claimed I had more shit than Metamucil
But I had the assist from the bench like Bill Musselman
I'm amusing man spit amazing fire like a muzzle
Occasionally motherfuckers approach just to flex a knuckle
I look them in them in the eyes and reply "I don't give a fuckle"
Usually breaks the ice and provides a sensible chuckle
I'm about mine
It's about time that I'm lit
Sitting courtside
On the sideline
Getting rich
Went from hoping off the porch
And now we hoping off the bench
Gotta make it make sense
Never worry bout a bitch
I'm about mine
It's about time that I'm lit
Sitting courtside
On the sideline
Getting rich
Went from hoping off the porch
And now we hoping off the bench
Gotta make it make sense
Never worry bout a bitch
Whoa
Like a new board
Getting to the grip
Tryna make another flip before I walk into the crib
Now my closet like a shoe store
That you cannot get in
I was focused on the trap like I was tryna lock it in
Need alotta ends
She want all the chocolate
I'm worth m and ms
Money on my noggin
Smokin' loud in the backyard again
Feel like Ricky Bobby telling Cal that he just gotta win
Feel like Wheel Of Fortune this important
So I gotta spin
Whatchu playing in the house?
Ima run up in
She say she bangin' every album
Let me run again
Your favorite rapper couldn't hack it
Guess he wasn't him
It's to the rack how I attack
Like I'm Above The Rim
I saw your pack and gave it back
Like it was not legit
And when they ask why I did that
I had to say: that I'm about mine
It's about time that I'm lit
Sittin' courtside
On the sideline getting rich
Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Lawson
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