Lyrics:
My flow is cold, cold as steel
So they coming at my throat with court appeals
Hold it up!
Let me first finish my cheese... cheddar
I reply
The biggest sin is to worry
I'm all on the court
Ion hoop but I got a jersey
Gone give her lil 50 racks
She be happy getting a surgery
The whole world doomed
muddy
Me and Sarah sitting court side at the game,
So close, the coach look down the bench and think that I'm playing
I set fire to the booth and I
I play both sides of the court
Leave 'em wet like coastlines, hit me on the ghost line
Sunsets in remote paradises when I host mine
We stay
rough
I was a sittin' duck
Caught between my two 'rents
Court split us up
Usually your teens are all about discoverin' self
Well, for me?
It was all about
privilege
For a tall ginness we Irish in doubling the betting and spillage
If this life like a full court scrimmage
And the law ain't Authentic
Imma make
the bloody waters, knee-high
Mind state is cut throat, can't walk around deprived
My team shut it down, any access will be denied
Crown royal status
the next to shoot
Blow out your dome get gone
Looking at me sideways
They might find you in your driveway
Or some remote highway
I do it my way
Never convert
now what homie let's go get em
These cats like Samuel L
Jackson they acting swell
Jesus is coming back and your access granted can fail
These bodies
you caught a little spurt
But you still was a knucklehead doin' wild dirt
That said, on the court, you still couldn't be checked
On for the heat,
court is in session after dawn,
But before breakfast,
Expert effective mass burial method so well measured
It's impressive and intensive, not
Vogues
In a sideshow
The main shows are high an dope
Remote controlled like Tyco
"Bad" like Michael Jackson
Stone cold mackin'
Lights, camera, action
a job to do
They gave me access to the gym over night
In there every night tryna get my shot right
Everything looking good
In the rotation, said I'm
On court tous à l'opposé, malgré les signes avant-coureur
Et j'oublierais pas qu'ils s'branlaient tous sur mes maquettes
Le sol est plein d'braises, mieux
CPA everyday I really want to do your taxes
My door is always closin when
I want to gain access
Maybe this place is haunted I've
Heard rumors
got a big editorial dream
Take the government to court
Is the Mayor really bought?
Who went to the Hockney show?
Michael Cain, Brigitte Bardot
Ol'
Wanna visit every coast
And live remote
Hold it down
like I'm in control
All my foes blow smoke
Y'all a fucking joke
I'm knocking beats out the park
Pawn Shop to the Court
Won't have time to react, nah!
Aiming in, then they drop one by one
Always win at the top watch em' run
Dropping down next
Through the intro they vexed
Hell’s Kitchen I done got my
Whole zip code respect
Check, see I hold court in ball rooms
Look, but ain’t no sports
(No)
He doesn’t need a gun (No no)
He took the results verified by a lot (Yes)
The honorable court even ruled back then
That all parties can go ahead
soviernty
You strollin in a rebel court
They talkin some time
A young mind never thought
God of this universe
Why you sent me to this earth?
Show me my
the next to shoot
Blow out your dome get gone
Looking at me sideways
They might find you in your driveway
Or some remote highway
I do it my way
Never convert
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