I’m a young Larry Bird,

I don’t like to talk, but I'm one with the words,

33 months doing suicide runs,

So forget what they said and fuck what you heard,

‘Cus I ain't ‘bout to lose to myself let me stand on my mojo,

French lick sticking to the plan like a pogo,

White boy corny, you ain’t got game,

But I still see nothing, but respect on my name,

I'm the only one here that's not a shoo-in,

I'm the only one here that really knows what he's doing,

The last couple years I been huffing and puffing looking for cribs I can blow up and ruin,

I'm tryna wreck homes, tired of seeing cuffs,

That's why I stay fly so I can break you bitches up,

A real smooth criminal Annie getting struck,

Can’t leave it at a buck ‘cus that shit’s not enough,

Ain't tryna hold my wrist back I just need a reason to flick it,

I said what I said so let's keep it a ticket,

Yeah I know it's overdue, but I finally dropped,

Hope it wakes you up ‘cus a lot of y’all been sleep on my snippets,

I get deep and explicit, mom I just can't help it,

Green all over like I’m playing for the Celtics,

Write this shit in braille so in case you didn't like it,

I can rest assured that you felt it,

‘Cus I’m a young Larry Bird,

I don’t like to talk, but I'm one with the words,

33 months doing suicide runs,

So forget what they said and fuck what you heard,

‘Cus I ain't ‘bout to lose to myself let me stand on my mojo,

French lick sticking to the plan like a pogo,

White boy corny, you ain’t got game,

But I still see nothing, but respect on my name,

A lot of people wonder when my shit’s gonna pop,

I could say I'm patient, but you know I'm really not,

And credit to my dawgs for the steady reassurance,

But ten thousand hours I don’t even got a watch,

It's a lot to expect, but I earned it,

Not a shot not a miss so I’m technically perfect,

Finger licking good, how I stroke the pill,

And if my right hand broke I just Larry Joe Bird it,

Fax,

I'm eyeing out 33 racks,

And 33 looks mean 33 jacks,

If 33’s gone I'm bringing 33 back,

The surf wave top no cap, yeah,

Now look at this and tell us what you see,

I’m tired of being honest, but the honesty ain't tired of me,

So I’ma go ahead and let it all out,

Believe in the work and destroy all doubt, yeah,

‘Cus I’m a young Larry Bird,

I don’t like to talk, but I'm one with the words,

33 months doing suicide runs,

So forget what they said and fuck what you heard,

‘Cus I ain't ‘bout to lose to myself let me stand on my mojo,

French lick sticking to the plan like a pogo,

White boy corny, you ain’t got game,

But I still see nothing, but respect on my name