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things take time
Baby we gone shine together
You know Im gone hold you down
No Matter What
And you gone ball with me court-side
Cause you was there when it

And farting just like the gas we be toting 
And on the court I'm always open 
Like the bodies I open and fill with lead just like a pencil
Body outline

Say I was with you when we jumped up off that porch
Right beside you getting our name called in court
Strapped up with you trying to get away from

the court house
I know you would ride for me
Balling on the court now
Only one beside me
Putting all that fuckery shit behind me
Starving I got grimy
Never

(Your hoe)
No, can't cuff her like court (Cuff her like court)
She wanna fuck with the lights on (Bitch)
I told that bitch "shut that door" (Uhh)

Ooh

rid of this obsession
But I gotta trust in my selection
I'll wait till the court's in precession
Quickly burn that connection
Imma have to take a chance

and documents
Family courts and dockets
People treat others homunculus
Talking down for a like and shit
Til they catch one in they jaw
Eight trigrams
Sixty-four

smart
New score, everybody eat like a food court choose up
Bad little freak gon cruise up
Yea I'm from the south where the niggas ride rims
Even white

guts and show no respect
I've been getting mad dubs lately
On the court of court mad
I've been ballin' like my name is Brady
Imma make you get caught in

is awful
Gotta eat the beat won't stop feeding until we all full
AO hit my phone guess what he told me me
He said we need all that OT for them court

She was the Court Card that finally fled 
She was the Court Card that finally fled

That I Got To Get That Shit I Had To Sin
Watch Your back when you be out cause they'll turn it to revenge
You ain't playing on the court you got

touchin a Smirnoff
Shots Outside They Ring Everyday
Don't come outside if you not tryna play
Me and Stylez On Court like Curry & Klay
Fast break with

of collective truths
Down the tunnels of the mind, through the foggy ruins of time
John Horatio Malkovich will be waiting
"I'll see you in court" you old racist

depress me
My feet shod I've taken hold of the ball
Jesus I trust in you take control of my thoughts
I don't wanna get tossed to and fro on the court
You're

Rap game I call it a sport
If so I'm lavar with my balls on the court
My connect is an attorney got a lawyer for work
And if I get caught I'm good

Enter your gate with thanksgiving
Enter your court with praises
Enter your gate with thanksgiving
Enter your court with praises

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

you down, on the ground, make you choke and die of course 

Kill the motherfucka who hides behind the shield 
In their eyes they do no wrong
The court

on the court playing controlling our setbacks
And we in the nose bleed like we got her head back but dead that
No equality we been said that
Read that
The system

the sport
I’m balling they calling me Jordan
Batting 100, not Jordan then back to the court an I’m scoring
Like your bitch adore it
Pull out v12 an it’s

could ever see
You could say that shit's easy, but I'd like to disagree
Week after week busting my ass off on court
Hitting the gym after destroying that

demons

Court resides, I decide
In my cellar, room of terror
Time to die, cannot hide
Without error, neck to sever

In the night my darker side
In my mind

on the stove
We was foreign living great
Went to court
Had a case
You know court
It was faked
Loss my momma overnight
Is my story one of fate
More you know it

December
She rockin bape, seen my sweater
Niggas full court pressin'
Checc, I could never sweat her
Gold rings, cold things
10K, this ain't plated
And I keep