Phil Jackson (feat. BabyTron & StanWill)

(E-E-Enrgy made this one) Alright, look When it comes to spice talkin', I'm very fluent Ain't no middle ground for them boys, we are not congruent Me and you are not the same, there is no confusion I can put your girl onto game, she my favorite student Niggas out here cappin' on they flags like Domination I could show you how to get the bag with no hesitation Seen me once, said I was the G.O.A.T., great observation Whole gang perfect, never miss, we got great spacin' I done set the trend for all these niggas, need recognition I done set the wave, I'm on track like expedition I'm the leading scorer of the league, no competition Nowadays, I'm good with the numbers like long division And I'm posted with the same guys Niggas cappin', really out here livin' same lies He tried to slide, he didn't think, that's some brave guys I'm tryna get it, I don't care if we on the same time Never let 'em waste mines I could put up numbers and drop, but I'd rather assist You could check my field goal stats, I ain't planning to miss All black Tech, got 'em thinkin' that Retro a Sith In the rap game, he burnt out, so he needin' a hit Phil Jackson when I'm in that-, alright, hold on bro Phil Jackson when I'm in that mode, I be coachin' the game World champ, when it comes to rap, I have multiple reigns I can snap whenver in the booth, I ain't lyrically sane 1400 in my pop, I need my ass beat (shit) They only shootin' in the air, is this a track meet? I don't go to bed, bitch, think about it, do the bag sleep? Made what you made last year in the past week MPX put him in a suit, he a fancy man Unky in the kitchen, whip it up like my granny can He'll cook you up some quick shit, not no candy yams Hit the space Runtz, I'm flyin' up, like I'm Jango Fett Three, five of shit, fuck, damn, this'll take yo' breath We gon' bang yo' head if you an opp, and you bang yo' set On the right path to the M's, I can't take no left Said he got a sealed pint, give that shit to Faygo Test Akhi and habibi on your head, better lay low, neph' Good VPN, hell nah, they can't trace no steps ShittyBoyz and Tae Retro next, come and place yo' bets Talking all this big money shit, but you ain't make no check Water fit, water got yo' bitch tryna dive on it Back to back in Scat Packs, pull up lookin' like a hive on it We'll shut his motherfuckin' block down if we slide on it Ain't it funny how I'm thinkin' with my dick? She put her mind on it Mike Amiri, Ksubi, shit, I rock fancy pants All this motherfuckin' dog shit got my fanny crammed I'd drill his ass with the hammer, I'm a handyman Multicolor diamonds, new chain look like Candyland Bro shoot that bitch from long range, like he hoop still 'Vette with the missing roof when I make the coupe squeal Triple S's on, but it give a bitch the boot still Five hunnid dollar brunch, all I bought was two meals Touchdown in L.A., feel like Matt Stafford He keep rappin' 'bout them pounds, he a cap trapper Once I get the neck up off you, we can't chat after Buddy thinkin' we gon' knuckle up, boy, we don't lack, scrapper Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?