| (Hook x2) | |
| Hoop life, don't tryna post up, you can't make the shot | |
| Hall of fame playas don't miss a lot | |
| I'm ballin' in the game without takin' shots | |
| I assist and I pass the roc | |
| (Verse) | |
| I pass the roc like Atino Movi | |
| Bitchy with the Glock like Raymond Felton | |
| I bet she did sumth, I bet she hurt his heart | |
| Ball in the game, too hard in the dark | |
| Stay there, I make ya, feel like ya can't talk | |
| Confesses is the dark, I'm professin' my pro'lems | |
| I'm with my team-mates before the game | |
| Strategize a plan, cause we gotta win | |
| If we lose, we try again | |
| One shot, finna drive again | |
| And believe in myself, yea, cause we gotta win | |
| I'mma drive again, if you gotta win | |
| Hit the load on the bus | |
| Yeah, you can fly with them | |
| Tryna show peace, but I show peace before my piece | |
| Nobody care when you're deceased | |
| Live to the fullest, not behind the silver bullet | |
| Niggas ain't gon' feed shit | |
| Blood boyz, I ain't gon' try to talk | |
| I'm just talkin' to my agent, and playn for a new team | |
| I'm really bout lean, fuck niggas scared of every day | |
| Noose shaken up, no one prepared for it | |
| You feel me? This is all good, I'm gettin' good messages | |
| On the jet, rubbin' my hands, this is money | |
| That nigga showin' respect | |
| Shout out to my agent tryna parlor a check | |
| You know we gettin' reps | |
| I got scouts lookin' at me, bitch, I'm the best | |
| (Hook x2) | |
| Hoop life, don't tryna post up, you can't make the shot | |
| Hall of fame playas don't miss a lot | |
| I'm ballin' in the game without takin' shots | |
| I assist and I pass the roc |
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