Forever Kobe

I don’t need no jewelry

I already shine

How you wife a bitch that’s already mine

She just want some nails and a toe design

All that shit is cool

But I’m in overtime

I be in the hood **** shocked to see me

Praying on a ****

But I’m not genie

I just pushed the button

Bitch I’m up to something

Don’t be wishing on a star if you blowing nothing

How you **** flexing

You ain’t holding nothing

BitchI’m flyer then the jetsons

I’m like Oprah cousin

And I am the savior and it’s no discussion

Put the crown on the king

Fuck the humbling shit

I done let these **** rock with that mumbling shit

Run this back a some times and I ain’t fumbling shit

Fuck a trophy bitch I been the Brodie

Fuck the politics and keep it Smokey

4th quarter lake show

In them Brons but I keep it Kobe

On my job but I don’t clock in

She just sent the box in

They treat me like I’m boxed in

Uber on the way

I just hopped in

She want my eta

And dna all on her cottons

I’m cotton

I’m rocking

My name in these streets

Strong as toxin

I’m toxic

Fuck all the logic

I’m locked in

In that foreign car

But I’m foreign object

Bronx boy

I’m a cold hearted king

VC on the raptors got a whole lot of spring

Steph curry with the shot got a whole lot of rings

Draymond in the paint got a whole lot of green

I ain’t talking bout money when I’m talking bout a team

Crying bout support but what you earn ****

You **** want a bird or a turn ****

I was in the spot with just my chick

Before I pack shit

Ain’t nothing handed to you ****

Fuck that wack shit

Took them footlocker checks

And I was up in saks fifth

**** thought I was dealing drugs

Cause I had they bitches in tub

Now I leave em all on seen

Bitch you been dub

Get you a thug

Leave them bitches

In the club

Out cha

Ain’t a **** cleaner

You can vouch for

I should leave the house more

What I’m sleeping on the couch for

King size bean pies

Frank with mink

Ringside

Showtime

Hold mines

Stone cold with the clothesline

A gold mine

Treasure chest

Hit u in the head and neck

Red and meth

I was on them lowerre steps

Since I branched out

Me and my **** ain’t the same

Since

I camped out

Me and product ain’t the same

A lot of shit

Done changed

But I’m charge it to the game

I was on the meal plan

School shit

Fucking bitches

That you cool with

This cool whip

I ain’t gotta prove shit

A million dollar ****

On a 10 dollar budget

Never made excuses

I would bus it to the summit

I needed that plus 1

Now all my **** on the list

Forever on some fly shit

I been up on my shit

Forever on some fly shit

The savior Jae tips