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Redshirts & Mempho & Andre Hustace

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Don't you ever fix your mouth to talk down
Now niggas telling me to calm down cause I done shot off
And then I tap back in I hit the lab and break the lock off
Itching to ball like them boys from Coach Carter but I had to tighten up and pick myself up out that water
Like baptism, now I'm catching rhythm
They ain't know boy could heat up until they feel him light a fire right up under they ass
Slow your roll, breaking fast, after doing the dash
Break quicker after crashing the boards
Let's run niggas, spread the floor, generate results
Pointing shit into place
Dictate the pace
If I let one go and miss the mark next one I fire with a clean slate
cause a shooter gone shoot and a hooper gone-
Boom
Progressing at your own pace
Comparisons are when you lose
How dare you tell some niggas who done spent the time to grind work on they game for days, that we ain't posed to shine?
Lights cameras and action
Feeling the crowd's reaction
I'm locked in, it must be the shoes: they notice traction
Arm wave like clear out I got a clear route
Fixing to get to this rack, need that iso right now
Applying pressure makes that Diamonds Remix
Big brother came through but he won't kick my ass
In the triple threat, the pivot's left, better jab right cuz the cross next
Like the ice that they throw on chains going across necks
Swim across the opposite knee
Turnt up an octave at the top of the key
If they flex a W too, that means they got it from me
Know the drive can draw contact to bring another point home
But if I post up in your house that means it foreclosed
I remember when it happened to mine
I had some handles on me but my shot was wack at the time
Them hand me downs was too big my stock was dragging da Kleins
No money, no jumper, the poor kid who couldn't play was only 7
But you best believe he scrapped to the 9s
At 16 my only ask was gym shoes I couldn't buy
On and off the court I really thought 'bout bagging them dimes
Would often blame myself for what my moms went through
In turn I'd start resenting pops 'cause he ain't cry 'bout it too
Flows, it's hundreds to choose it ain't nothing that's new
But my game been held by ceilings, time to jump through the roof
Playing D1 and 2 gave me something to Proof
So if you guard me there ain't nothing to do, and that's real
Not a day I woke up and wasn't thinking bout the league
But the more bread they make the less mouths they tryna feed
Whole team ready to eat I'll be the first to move
So this bucket ain't personal it just that I got, I got

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