Sideline

Blocking out the noise from the sideline (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You ain't touch the field you can't tell me how to get mine (you know it)
I ain't coming out the game win, lose or draw (Freebirdz)
When it's all on the line you know who number they gon' call (yeah, yeah, yeah)

What's the play
If I take a shot I'm callin' game
Blowing knots I'm not concern cause I'm tied in
Pole got the urge if you trying to spin
Wipe his nose we on his head like it's sinuses
By the code, 'bout the bread, solid as it gets
Move the load, duck the feds, watch the counterfeits
The talk was bold until that motion couldn't pay the rent
This cho will make 'em hate and change simultaneous
Say it's love they heart is only with the alias
Alienated all that shady shit
Intoxicated, isolated with a toxic bitch
Aggravating lacerations that I should've fixed
Exhilarated by the consequence
Pinch myself confirming consciousness
Constantly I hear and see the hate that ends up profitless
Niggas want your failure for they gain and I'm not swapping shit

Blocking out the noise from the sideline
You ain't touch the field you can't tell me how to get mine
I ain't coming out the game win, lose or draw
When it's all on the line you know who number they gon' call
I be blocking out the noise from the sideline
What's the play
If I take a shot I'm callin' game
X & O's don't give a fuck who make the call
If I don't do nothin' I'm a ball

I ain't checking for these hoes like a voicemail
If the check is short then it's no avail
Always on the go like a clearance sale
Make 'em sick of me they need a Ginger Ale
Told her friend now I'm shooting threes like the son of Dell
Packing Grabba leaves from exotic bales
We not playing fair, we not showing fear, we can't be compared
What's the final score, only thing that matters, all we care
Smile at all the stares, look at what you not, this the look of prayer
War declared, if they touch a hair, order your affairs
Running up the fare, when I'm gone I pass it to my heir
Niggas want the throne and they can't make it in my baby chair
Sitting in my room pouring Brandy 'til the pain is clear

Blocking out the noise from the sideline
You ain't touch the field you can't tell me how to get mine
I ain't coming out the game win, lose or draw
When it's all on the line you know who number they gon' call
I be blocking out the noise from the sideline
What's the play
If I take a shot I'm callin' game
X & O's don't give a fuck who make the call
If I don't do nothin' I'm a ball

Blowing knots I'm not concern cause I'm tied in
Pole got the urge if you trying to spin
Wipe his nose we on his head like it's sinuses
By the code, 'bout the bread, solid as it gets



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Writer(s): Brandin Ross
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