Lyrics

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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