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You gotta pick some
You gotta roll some
This game ain't free you better throw somethin'
It's a full court press you gotta grow sun
Shit is foul, just bounce if you're open
My hook is like Willis
It goes where I will it
If you're willing, rocket science
Pass the rock when I feel it
Hands in my face still filling nothing but nets
Can't capture the realness
No fans in the stands but that's standard
Not even my pops can watch with his hands up
Too many hazards on this block,
No answers, question
Why the real shots gettin' blocked, blacknuss
Cellblock not a long shot, shit is practice
But I know the sweet spots plus I got hops
And hands that don't break bread
They break ankles instead
Mixtapes and street creds
And1 while you reach I teach figures
Should have been an angel but my city's got clippers
Tried to cut the path to the paint but I'm quicker
You missed the charge, now their selling posters with our picture
Now my stats make stacks, go figure the rest
Do your thoughts manifest and stay in step with your flesh
Or do you hesitate when your pressed with threats
Stress, cause and effect, ball in the net
Points for the gods
Cappy Poindexter when I blend the heart with the hard
A hard pill to guard
Near and the far, switch frames beyond freeze
The iceman legend whose lessons outlive his knees.
I caught the pass to the chest in the park playing chess
A cigar filled with cess healing stress
Feel as if my best made plans being played on the bench
Talking to my shorty tryna get the tech
Blocking all attempts like Dikembe
Felt my heart beating like djembe, when she met mey
Harder way like im penny, roll to my apartment
Im making penne, roll up the garnish exquisite pen game
Doing this for many years like Lebron James
Been over a decade Hakeem with a dream shake