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We get it jumping, my click go hard in the paint
We get it jumping, bout to switch guard switch lanes
We get it jumping, like Vince Carter through the legs
We get it jumping, like Vince dunking
We get it jumping, hands up
We get it jumping, slam dunk
We get it jumping, and one
We get it jumping, we get it jumping
We get it jumping like Vince Carter
We get it jumping like Vince Carter
We get it jumping like Vince Carter
We get it jumping, we get it jumping, we get it jumping
Tell me who can rock the spot like I do?
Just my squad, we coppin trees so we can fly through
Who get it poppin, head banging, catching tidals
They say they get it hype as we do, well then
Bitch you been lied to
Whole team run iso, get hype yet insightful
Step back and fade away, push you aside then dagger like Michael
Might give you a shrug, give you a dap but don’t show know love
Don’t f*ck with they Skyy, still making it rain, don’t let me spot up, I
Get it going, start dropping dimes
Got the homies dunking, can’t stop the drive
Dish after dish after dish after dish
Eat it up, wet it then wiping em dry
It’s king’s court, take no breaks
Bitch we been scoring, get your war paint
Treat this like battle, can’t handle us losing
I’m bearing my soul on this court thats a stage
Jumpin and bumpin, we get this shit poppin
Neva out the pocket, Ima check on every cup
Finna light up every blunt, pissy high, up in the cut
Everybody turnin up, burn it up Burnaby
Feeling the sun, they feelin the melody
Really? Acapella, everything medicate, featherweight
High in a second, it's a resurrection
I'm a mental giant, this a crew of lions
Kickin you, we violent, simile is piling
Think of me, and sirens
Pigs are tryna tell us be quiet, we don't give a (F*ck)
I got the ball and I'm gonna dunk
Vince carter, knee cartilage bump
Hard, platinum bars
Slappin up, Slappin up, Slappin up,Slappin up, God damn
This a muthafuckin jam
If you feel it, scream it, yeah
I got people over there
I got weed up over here
Ima feed my stomach beer
That'll take away the fear
I got next up on the mic
Ima get too dumb and hype
Ima get too dumb and hype
And I might get a rise, jump up
We get it jumping, my click go hard in the paint
We get it jumping, bout to switch guard switch lanes
We get it jumping, like Vince Carter through the legs
We get it jumping, like Vince dunking
We get it jumping, hands up
We get it jumping, slam dunk
We get it jumping, and one
We get it jumping, we get it jumping
We get it jumping like Vince Carter
We get it jumping like Vince Carter
We get it jumping like Vince Carter
We get it jumping, we get it jumping, we get it jumping
Agro, go in next its like im at throats
Take a mask and hold it up just like a backbone
Rambo, long as english has the ammo, i am at home
Puppeteering my de facto yo fidel castro
Seems these squares have pegged me for a round hole
How can something so creative seem so unnatural
Sure they level-headed, but I'm sorry I won’t plateau
For the love like x-o, this isn't tic tac toe
Demons 'round I'm cleaning house
Smoke the grass n weed'em out
Gotta do the work that ya preach about
If you wanna learn they teach you how
Be a part and to see it all
Put your hands in the air ill read your palms
Won't even front it, don't stand behind let's get it jumpin...
Leapin’, check out my sneakers
Copped em’ first week of the season
When we talk bout’ the greatest, there’s no debating
You know with whom that I’m speakin’
He’s like my Jesus’s, oh lord
He’s like the rhyme and the reason
Crypt of the keep, stop watching the feet
Or he, might catch your ass sleepin’
That’s your ass on the cement
But this is all pretence
Got me steamin’ Willie Beamon
Now I’m steamin’ Willie Beamon
You don’t understand, this man is the man
We made him the standard
When M.J. in action, space jammin’
I ain't talking Micheal Jackson
Jump man, jump man
Logo’d head to toe, like I’m his fucking stuntman
Don’t get crossed by the boss
Or you might see your muffin crumblin’
My MVP, flawless career, this why here
Strip you naked, with a fake bitch
Drop your anklet and you bracelet, pick up gold, and wear your wedding ring in his ear
Put you in your place, only man that you knew, with the flu, still dropped 38
That was back in 97’, around the time of Armageddon
Ballers dies and went to heaven, so you better call the reverend
Ain’t no man to work harder
I’d put the name to my daughter
When it came to the leap, ain’t nobody in the league
Gone jump and dunk like Vince Carter
We get it jumping, my click go hard in the paint
We get it jumping, bout to switch guard switch lanes
We get it jumping, like Vince Carter through the legs
We get it jumping, like Vince dunking
We get it jumping, hands up
We get it jumping, slam dunk
We get it jumping, and one
We get it jumping, we get it jumping,
We get it jumping like Vince Carter
We get it jumping like Vince Carter
We get it jumping like Vince Carter
We get it jumping, we get it jumping, we get it jumping

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