Nosebleeds

Been kicking flows What's it take to make the World Cup My ten Miss-a-ssippi's is up I watched mike p juice the world up NDPNDNT got a taste And boy Illinois ain't no free lunch I tip my hat And take my shoes off at the welcome Matt Music isn't selling like it use to And it's hard to turn the tables back I don't have time for Cain and able raps The MC who sat by the lake perhaps Staring at your wave But now he's waving back And I am so niel in da grassy Tyson When I'm rhyming it that it look like I'm pro testing Takes one to know one 2 microphone checking Till we Emmy Grammy Oscar Tony famous Ima spit my game and talk my shit like it's the only language If my thirst need quenched I hit the bench and watch the homies playin Sitting in the nosebleeds Peeping game I'ma be a fan till my seats change up... Till my gang free mane like huey off of boondocks We sweeping competition like the neighborhood broom shop Rappers don't want Static with my pen that's how you get your balloon popped Life is like a Jumbotron Everydays a new clock I got respect for those in retros And tube socks Lebron, James Worthy Of a few blocks Concerts on the concrete Made arenas out of corners Making dollars in the fourth quarter I'm Not your normal street performer On the road to be an owner Ballin like I'm muhfking Melo in the garden Each verse my growth spurt like FrshWaters in the garden I'm D rose that grew from concrete When the sky had seemed the farthest And I'm nice enough to manifest the life I mean to harvest Seasoned in my reasons Wise enough to be a starter And My ladies having dreams of being front row with the carters Sitting in the nosebleeds Peeping game I'ma be a fan till my seats change up... Show business is mo Business than show So Be sho to put the business before If you got the game backwards Q' the L joe But still know an Ell-Is What propel us To be David with a free throw Ice inside my veins If I fail you would see snow Colorful when I write, I crash the paint like Shaq inside a Buick driving stupid This my lane You know you in the game When announcers mentioning your name Heavy Tweak the way you think if you think we ain't hall of fame ready From ball and chain to ballin of the chain Ben a baller in my Madula oblangata Way before I got a chain Back when every girl at school had a necklace wit they name From a boy who was the man If he bought you something sweet from the concession stand And brought it to you in the stands Sitting in the nosebleeds Peeping game I'ma be a fan till my seats change up...