[Verse 1 Pyna] Ye, ye, ye, ye Ya'll know where I be The modafuckin’ MVP With all the legends coming searching for me Wanna ball in the park Till it gets dark Has been less than a month Pull up and I stunt Everyday trynna put a on show When I get up in the court is your turn to go Ain't your friend nor folk or foe Riding on the 64 and I put the shot up Turning nothing into something thats wassup Already froze cold North of the country more than cool Cold dawg wanna pop the shot Shot, drop it, in the court Tired of going slow put that bitch on sport A student of the game Never lived as such Ballin’ everyday that’s a must Working hard playing hard that’s though Hitting 2’s, hitting 3’s and 1’s You don’t play no D, no fun, boy ya done Ya done And I just wanna fly like bird ya And I just wanna fly like bird ya And i can't Genetics coming here Fuckin’ me again But I'm gonna keep on tryin’ Cuz I can’t keep on pryin’ Think ya good bitch syke Crossin ya over skkrrrt nike Darked out disapear at night You out of sight Ballin’ superman in your face Dwight Love the swish man, that sound bite [Verse EL Bórgia] Yo chill out Cause I'm never leaving that south state of mind Close your eyes my faith might blind Doing overnight success grind Always in the fight you better get behind The bars these dumb fucks spitting it's a easy mangle Boy you stuck for years in the same fucking angle Complain about the dumb shit rappers been saying But tapes always ready to be playing ay Run upon a gun get it done Your lyrical it's none since day one You sound like a bitch with anal bleach Go get some tape close your painful breach I'm always coming with the destroyer speech Writting facts out of any laywers reach From my past still a bunch of fucking haters To all the blood sucking traitors Keep your mouth close, cause I can't fuck with no speculators No speculators, no speculators [Verse 2 Pyna] Everybody just be surprised, 5 in a row Even drunk I better than ya´ll Cook the boys, coppin me a Rolls Royce Keeping the pace up, giving all a show All for the joy, I got the game flow Hey, pick up my phone Ring, ring scouts looking I be cashing Step by step how a real man do Euro-steping in ya boo I go drill by drill For the game I have more than a feel For real
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