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Pat Knight

Patrick Clair Knight (born September 21, 1970) is an American basketball coach and scout. He is a scout for the Indiana Pacers of the National Basketball Association (NBA). Knight assumed his position on July 1, 2014, and is the Pacers' college scout for the West Coast Region.Formerly, he was an American college basketball coach. He became the coach of the Lamar Cardinals basketball team on April 5, 2011, but was fired on February 16, 2014. He was previously the head coach of the Texas Tech Red Raiders men's basketball team until March 7, 2011. Prior to that, he served in other coaching, administrative and scouting capacities with the NBA, United States Basketball League, International Basketball Association, NCAA, and CBA teams. Knight is the son of Basketba… more »

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Knight up on my jersey, Calvin Cambridge shit yeah
Music fucking fire for a no name kid
Shit who you know been sounding like this from a bedroom? Shit
Want the rolls not for the flex, but for the legroom bitch, for the headroom bitch
This the scary Terry flow all in ya bedroom bitch, strong will don't switch
Bron block game 7, no new friends got brethren, a few m's and I'm passing it
To the dogs, stay reppin
I'm on my shit now, so get down
My groove like the get down
This feel like a come up
My old shit could one up
Your new shit, they clueless
Yo bitch asking who dis?
The sitch is I do this
I think this should prove it
I'm humble but ruthless
We know who the truth is
Mutumbo my finger, they dry cleaned
I'm cleaner, she like my demeanor damn
Parked by the meter man
I done lost a dime, lots of green on some Peter Pan
Grill em like a pita man
Swing just like a Peter man
Snap me you can see the man
Dap me if you need a hand
Always working, need a tan
Her ass is perfect need a damn.
Cool it down, need a fan or three
I work until the hand gon feed the fam,
Shout to Sam, shout to Bon
Shout to Clark, Shout to Dahm
Shout to Carc, pen as fucking sharp as darts
Shout to Jake, ain't no breaks
Lazy boys, can't relate
Shout to Duke, you the truth
We the shit, Wheres the booth?
Say they tryna link, they ain't ever share a link
Might just rock some Cuban links
And I ain't talking bout the links
But I been working on the swing
This for me and for the team
They want cookies and supreme
Cop a whip and let it scream
Put blue faces in they jeans
Thotiana tryna bust down
Really how it seems, split a pack right when it touchdown
Ones who doubted seem to duck now
Hoes who curved they wanna f*ck now,
But I don't give a f*ck now aye
Price is going up now, hey
Excuse you not sorry
And still I want the 'Rari
The proof is in the pudding with a chick who wanna party
I'm with dahm, boca, bon ton
High and eating won tons
Gang a bunch of don Juans
Looking for Milans ugh
I.C.E. boys, nice toys
Y'all a bunch of hype boy
It don't make no sense how this pimpin from a white boy
Studied J Prince when I ain't had no one to guide me
Learn to show respect, how I do it like some Nike
Y'all ain't never felt the pressure
Y'all ain't ever heard the lectures
Y'all was never down for me
No y'all just helped me learn the lesson
Y'all was second guessing every suicidal second
Now I'm standing strong as f*ck and they forget to count they blessings
I'm obsessed with proving every mothers motherfucker wrong
Careful who I give a piece to, found this peace all on my own
And now they call me on the phone, like I forgot to send some songs
And then I cave and finally do it and they don't share it when it's out
Homie what is you about?
Know my name up in they mouth
Know that y'all don't care to guard it
Prolly cause they fuckin foul
I ain't shocked, ain't surprised
You can see it in my eyes
But just know that who you riding for don't love you like I tried
No, heard em talking shit on everyone of you boys
Y'all stayed loyal to the bag and actually fumbled it boy
But hey I hope y'all get a piece, that Bentayga won't be leased
All the days they watched me starve, best believe that we gon feast
Seen my things up on the street twice, dark without no street lights
Stole my favorite watches me, I don't gotta think twice
Rollie finna bling nice
Holy bet the Holy Moly whip is up in creme white
Bitch made in they genes, we supposed to be a team
Everyone that you grow up with ain't supposed to be a thing
Y'all don't ever learn the lesson though
So I ain't finna press a hoe entitled in denial
I'm so sick of second guessing bro
They colors really start to show

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