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Time running out

Put me in the game coach
Put me in the game coach
Want you put me in the game
Put me in the game coach
It's going down that's right

boys stare through away coach windows jaw to the floor as I park the wraith
Me and the mandem came for a war if they wanna good game then I can't relate

Yooooo why they got dude in the starting line up
naw they gotta run me my minutes
Flowens
Coach tripping he talking bout load management
Like I'm

Sippin' Triple Sec out the bottle
Catch me whippin' in the fuckin' s-
(Fuck it, I fucked it, right on the last line)

(I'm in Rob's room smoking crack)

me coach
Put them niggas in line, I ain't talking no free throw
I got a nigga, I swear that he strapped, put a dot to your head like Faze, RIP Chemo

I'm the only one that still care about lyricism
I could say a line give it time It's a classic reminiscer
Y'all be on these beats always rambling

time to be on decline
If you ain't hustle when coach told you "get on the line"
How you gon take the shot when it's on the line

Got the dub, what

Coney Island Baby

The Excellents

Memories of Times Square Record Shop, Vol. 5

1993

they said he was mean and cruel
But you know, I wanted to play football, for the coach
They said I was to little too light weight to play line-back
So

know shoot for cash
All net or hit the damn backboard glass
Ball cant take from me
Out of here weak tell knees
Reaction hop off the trees
Coach yelling

Serve like cafeteria no slop
Like a coach I get you right, I started ballin' from a ball
Daylight hit I'm poppin' out
Criteria the money route,

Coney Island Baby

Joseph Arthur

Lou

2014

was mean and cruel, but you know
I wanna play football for the coach
He said I was too little, wait until I played line back
And so I said I'm

Pilot

Tyler, the Creator

Cherry Bomb

2015

Then I call your family and get your last wishes, nigga
And every line dirty you thought that I dug ditches
But I never give a fuck, it's like I was

the meds (meds)
He don't want smoke with Bloc, the boy scared (scared)
Keep one in the head, I put one in ya head (head)
Coach to the game, I teach you

If you ain't talking money you could get up out my face
I'm busy like a coach, 'cause I'm busy making plays
I know you want to be me but II guess

the rough
And you only a rhinestone

Up to the top
I be on my way
Gotta get my ass up
If I fall back down
Like a coach
Ima call the play
And I can do this all

need the fame
If you really him, you don't move the same
If you really him, you can coach the game
If you really him, she don't need a brain
If you

And I'm tryna bag a chick
From a centrefold and
I'm trying burn bread like
It's finna be toast
Finally up in the game and feeling me coach
Cause I'm first

Break Bread

Bone Crusher

Self Explanatory [Clean]

2004

And tell the cops they let the animals out
Break bread nigga

Get back and putcha life on the line
Get back and putcha life on the line
Break bread nigga

the city, Just a kid from the Burbs (the burbs)
Yea I do for the DMV and I do for the Burg (The burg)
It's the rapping coach so you know I coach that rock

Dont hit my line
(Don't hit my line)
Aint got no time
(Ain't got no time nah)
I know your type
(I know your type yeah)
I know you lying
(I know)
Dont

to the floor, touching toes, and back around
Flying coast to coast, up in coach, from town to town
Took some time to figure it out

We up, We up
VIP in the club,

the game I don’t need a coach (coach)
This b*tch thick and all she wear is coach (all she wear is coach)
Am Og,and am a Demi god (god)
Like a king pin my

to tell me where I'm going and 
Steady coach to call my own
Up ahead is the last chance for redemption
Last chance to get back home

It's a long cold road

Let me talk to you offline (Let me, let me talk to ya)
Most dudes scared to approach
I can put you in first class
But your hand bag still say Coach