Tim Duncan

Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's

Yeah, back in the day M backpack
My nigga carried the 9
All of my bars, all of my raps
All of my hoes, top of the line

Top of the class, top of the ranks
Big Tim Duncan off to the bank
Big 3-4 I'm Shaq in the paint
My niggas swam, y'all niggas sank

Ayy, we made it out of the gutter
Shout out my mother, I am a son of a gunna
Hot like the summer, Momma you raised you a muthafuckin' stunna
Momma you raised you a muthafuckin' star
Went on a limb and raised up the bar
Nobody thought I would make it this far
Nobody thought I would

Hol' up, hol' up
I say you the man when I look up in the mirror (okay!)
I made me a check but need a couple this year (okay!)
Started making moves when I let go of my fear (okay, okay)
Listen to myself and then my vision got clear (okay)

I say you the man when I look up in the mirror (up in the mirror)
I made me a check but need a couple this year (couple this year)
Started making moves when I let go of my fear (go of my fear)
Listen to myself and then my vision got clear (vision got clear)

Ayy, ayy
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go

Yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Ayy, ayy



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