Playoffs (Bonus)
Niche Ken
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I'm tryna be the best in here I'm just bein' honest Goin' to lane, lane, inside the sport Ain't talkin' bout no Giannis They tryna pave my way But I don't know if it's a god or devil behind it But whatever challenge come or a wall of hate I'ma find a way to climb it Fourth quarter, I'ma shoot the ball I'll be a bitch if I pass it From Chiraq where the demons sleep Never leave the crib without a ratchet Distraction, these bitches be But pussy is a good habit Subtractions, all I need is me A prideful satisfaction Niggas got me fucked up I say, nigga, I got next Been playin' very foul So I'm bringin' out the techs I'm throwin' bullets But I do not play for the Jets I'm up to bat And I'm swingin' at they necks It's really fucked up How you ain't know I'm the best 22 years strong Got me lookin' like a vet Been leadin' all race You should know what's comin' next Stackin' all this money I should never go in debt I'm the answer to your problems I'm the cheat sheet to the test Your girl see me tomorrow When I'm grippin' on her breasts She my favorite freaky bitch She let me nut on her chest Just walk right out the mall It ain't shit to blow a check I'm with blood nem boolin Blues in my pockets like I'm crippin Don't compare me to your nigga I'm in the Hellcat, he in the Hemi That boy say he toting He gotta semi I gotta switchy Even on my worst day Can't none of these niggas keep up with me I want the Rollie, not no bust down I'ma keep it plain jane I only hit the bitch a few times Now she ready to tat my name I can't ride no nigga wave I gotta stay in my own lane I want the money while they want the fame Ain't no cap up in my game Run it up like a treadmill As long as they print it My niggas gon' get it Pop a yerk off, half a pill This shit got me twitchin' and itchin Like Yo Gotti When I drop this shit like cocaine But I feel like Future Dirty Sprite, I'm sippin' on codeine If it ain't bout cash I ain't gon' answer Let my phone ring Call this Draco Jacquees I'ma let this chopper sing Niggas hatin', yeah I heard That's what them commas bring Got a hundred rounds For you and your homies That's what that drama bring I just bought a Glocky Jordan With a Stephen Curry clip Chris Paul shit, I'll steal your bitch Like Popovich, I'll do this shit Dominate cause I'm a great Like Shaquille, make the ground shake Back to back like Bron I ain't come here to play no fuckin' games Keep that I ain't name no lames I only ball with champions Still a humble nigga Never ever been too arrogant Surrounded by success Like I'm a vet But just start doin' this I ball like it's the playoffs Takin' W's, no losin' bitch Ball like it's the fourth quarter I don't take no days off Ball like it's the fourth quarter Now we in the playoffs Ball like it's the fourth quarter All my heart rate paid off Ball like it's the fourth quarter We finna take off
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Written by: Derrick Howard, KC Ware, Kenhasah Moon, Malik Moon
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