Practice (feat. J-Live)

[Allen Iverson sample] We just talkin' about practice... We sittin' here, I'se supposed to be the franchise player And we in here talkin' about practice... I mean, listen, we talkin' about practice... Not a game, not a game, not a game; we talkin' about practice! Not a game, not a, not, not the game that I go out there and die for... I heard those who can't, teach, well fuck it I guess class dismissed, I can't teach you shit I've been doin this for years, man, my rep is legit It's like a mic is a cancer-stick, I can't quit But I can kick that measuring stick to Let you know real quick whether you can or can't spit And from the sound of it, you on a stage Is like a square in a triangle hole: it don't fit I mean, the whole way you tryin to hold the mic I ain't tryin to be a smart aleck, but you sound like a dick It shouldn't be so phallic, you wanna be hard But you can't come correct, I would've show you how it's done If you showed some respect, instead what you doin is Showin you're new in this; why you pursuin this Skill trade and tryin to get paid and laid? Before the groupies and the guap, man, the fact is I heard it's better to be lucky than good Well, in my case I guess I'm lucky I'm good I heard if not for bad luck, J would have no luck at all To which my reply is, "Fuck all of y'all" I've been passed up, gassed up, bounced around, man Thrown off the glass just to see what sticks I have yet to score big like Allen Iverson Maybe someday J could endorse a pair of kicks But for now long as I can afford a pair of kicks And a closet to put em in, Ima put em on And walk these dogs, get my hustle on Break bread for my younguns so they grow up strong That's why the flow grow after each and every show And year after year bring song after song I heard amateurs keep doin it til they get it right But pros do it so much, we can't get a bone I heard some old colloquialism Statin that if you love what you do for a livin You never work a day in your life—yeah right But I know what they mean, some jobs'll trap you like prison But if you hatin me, cuz all you do is process and foul Jealous cuz I get to make beats, spin and freestyle As if I haven't had to work in a while Like I ain't sheddin blood, sweat, tears, stomach acid and bile Like my workload isn't unbelievable: CEO, COO, accounts payable And receivable; chief marketeer and manager Sales rep, tour van driver, baggage handler Shiiit, like I ain't tryin to outsource and delegate How else you think I'll ever upgrade and elevate? But at this point in time, I got two options: Get it done right myself or get relegated Back to a spot where I do it for fun In my spare time—on but wait, I won't have none So don't come at me bout that get a real jobby job We gonna have a problem, see, this ain't a hobby