Lyrics:
sport
If your lawyer paid and you made out in court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
(Glory to the Lord)
Like, like what
sport
If your lawyer paid and you made out in court
And your baby mama took you off child support
You at the club like
(Glory to the Lord)
Like, like what
If only I could trade these suicidal thoughts for suicide doors
I probably wouldn't rap like I am trying to go to hell with Biggie Smalls
Any mother
'em, I did not win 'em
I bought 'em off the ave with the black Lee denim
I like to sport 'em, that's why I bought 'em
A sucker tried to steal 'em so I
'em, I did not win 'em
I bought 'em off the ave with the black Lee denim
I like to sport 'em, that's why I bought 'em
A sucker tried to steal 'em so I
Welcome to the burbs
Let me show you how I live
I got a gym so I'm lifting where I live
We hit the club, cause its bumping where I live
You want
Manifestin' thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart
the cream of the planet Earth
Father of civilization, God of the universe
Manifesting thoughts with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, only
Manifestin' thought with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, twenty-three million miles
The other six I set the crucifix
Because the heart
the cream of the planet Earth
Father of civilization, God of the universe
Manifesting thoughts with my infinite styles
Making sure this travels, only
At Trade shows to chase dough
Then back home with a case oh
Whoever know say I go travel the world to trade flows?
Or meet Vusi
Or eat sushi
Or use dutifully
equipped with the convicts
The don's slick
Some Billys we gon' get
Broke a leg in my debut, no Bogut (crack get 'em, uh)
Talkin' sports trades with Pecas
listen to the switches go (so smooth the first time)
Zoop, zoop
Zoop-zoop-zoop (yeah, I thought I'd go trade the Rover in)
Zoop, zoop (for a six fo'
shit on lock like Mutombo and Wallace
Can't see in the whip it rock 5% tint
My pockets hold hundreds ya pockets hold lint
Seen me in the club and she
envy
Marcus hold a Rolls, Louis own a Bentley
Have gyal like Rihanna lose di Fenty (gweh!)
Highest set ah weed ah travel from ah Sainty
Own club like
but I never said shit
Dark Web pack travel the Silk Road
Onion browser converted the crypto
Cash cow trade the trench coat
For a cap gown Beechigo SL!CK
You niggas know who the king of the Fort
A spot shooter from the wing while y'all just dream of sport
It's crazy how king of the hill grew into
THEY FILL IT.
PRAPS IT'S FUN TO TRAVEL CATTLE OR, TO PICNIC, WITH MER, INOS,
BUT THE DROVER DON'T CATCH ON SIR, NOT MUCH HIGHCLASS RAPTURE HE KNOWS
the "lost in" realm
But I doubt that I'll ever get out this drought
Growing up little kid man I was innocent
Living life was simple then school sports
on everything
You can call me lebron James
Yea I'm the king
They just made the trade go through
So I'm about win a ring
They called up A.D
Yeah Rich Paul made it
Chip jokes are a chip shot
Mickelson swinging clubs
This song 'll have the club swinging whenever it's banging getting bumped
On the subs
In my trunk
In
strings in em' I did not with em'
My bitch bought em' for me with the tags still in em'
I like to sport em' that's why the ho bought em'
A nigga tried
It's no joking when it comes to this
On occasion I might pop a bottle of Cris'
With a wrist full of ice on the bracelet
Trade rhymes in for cash, money I
Originale low-life
To sport it, boost it, the ghetto can't afford it
Trade it, sort it, stress, new port it
No tags never ordered
You broke
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