Big Work
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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Written by: Malachi Rosemond, Andre Hustace
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