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Roland Simmons
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Amari Williams
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Growing up its rap or make it to the league
I'm wrapped tight, either way nigga i'm elite
Started by myself, now i'm looking for the fleet
Free agent nigga, now i'm looking for my team
Growing up its rap or make it to the league
I'm wrapped tight, either way nigga i'm elite
Started by myself, now i'm looking for the fleet
Free agent nigga, now i'm looking for a team
Growing up, thought a nigga
Make it to the league
Ain't over yet
Had to let the shit breathe (Take time away)
Filling up my luggage
Making sure it ain't brief (Longevity with my opportunity)
If you hated on a nigga
Gotta give yo ass grief
Hit my dog up
Supply pressure, no relief (In the meantime,make a song together)
Diamond shining thru the pipes
Nigga im clean
When im done have my rings
Shined like kareem's
Dont jump on my band wagon
I rather you carine (Jump off a cliff)
I aint gone tell nobody
Aint gone cause a scene (Tell no one about the jump)
Brought my dog back
Just to give a nigga a screen (Alibi)
His bitch over there
Soaked for the wrong team
She kno i got the deep stroke
She let me get the threeeeeee (Threesome)
She throw it back for a nigga
Line free (Dope dude, Dont have to dope her up)
Keep the stank cat
No foul play me
Gold magnum
Gold jacket on me (HOF)
Call a play
Let a nigga split the sea man (Meaning bout to score)
Growing up its rap or make it to the league
I'm wrapped tight, either way nigga i'm elite
Started by myself, now i'm looking for the fleet
Free agent nigga, now i'm looking for my team
Growing up its rap, or make it to the league
I'm wrapped tight, either way nigga i'm elite
Started by myself, now i'm looking for the fleet
Free agent nigga, now i'm looking for a team
I'm Just trying to ball like a hall of fame player
Three point shots or a lay up
Bitch imma number one draft pick
Just got some Wap from a bad bitch (Wet ass Pussy)
Tap dance how a nigga tapped in
Pour another pint in tha paint when i back in
Blindside on the guard when i sneak that sack in
Hit it on the head, now i need a cat scan
You niggas dropped the ball on the pass
Run after catch i got them racs
Run low when i hit the hole
Lean the fork when i hit the bowl
All gas no breaks on the road
Young nigga had to get it from the flo
Grinded all summer till my shit straight
Niggas broke like ankles on a mixtape
Growing up its rap or make it to the league
I'm wrapped tight, either way nigga i'm elite
Started by myself, now i'm looking for the fleet
Free agent nigga, now i'm looking for my team
Growing up its rap or make it to the league
I'm wrapped tight, either way nigga i'm elite
Started by myself, now i'm looking for the fleet
Free agent nigga, now i'm looking for a team
Writer(s): Roland Simmons
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