DoubleO and Al the Punisher - NBA

Feeling like I'm Kobe I won't pass the ball
I don't see y'all in the gym why would I pass to y'all?
Nowadays a nigga standing tall
On all the money I could have involved
So I ain't even mad at y'all
For feeling how you feel at a nigga
For doing what I do, but I'm just doing it bigger
You standing still I'm making moves like evictions
Scratching and itching I got these niggas hooked like addiction
If shit ain't adding up you just ain't good at addition
Now I'm cheffing in the booth like how I do in the kitchen
That's food for thought it's time to clean up your plate
Road to riches you just stalled you can't compete in the race
You amazed that's what I see on your face
Underneath all the hate
And the realization that you niggas lacking the pace
'Cause when I'm trying to bump some music I don't look up your name
I'd rather put one in my brain
You niggas is plain, I'm out
These niggas trying to cross me like the NBA
Niggas acting like they shooters they ain't got a J
When I get on the mic I'm tearing it like Hardaway
I'm flying high like Mike decide to raise the bar today
These niggas trying to cross me like the NBA
Niggas acting like they shooters they ain't got a J
When I get on the mic I'm tearing it like Hardaway
I'm flying high like Mike decide to raise the bar today
I feel like Wilt with this hundred I'm a score
Money to the ceiling the gun is on the floor
All I need is cash watch me run into some more
When I'm drunk I look like Kenny Smith running to the board
I got a new swag and started acting up
If I see a lane I'm not gon' pass it up
I'm a get a bucket on every nigga that laughed at us
I'm a talk my shit but get on beats and always back it up
Being a baller is in my genes I was birthed for that
If you want to cross me niggas got to go to church for that
Everytime I fade it look like Dirk is back
The way I dribble you would be convinced I think the Earth is flat
I could never make the NBA I was never gifted the size
But I learned that I could rap and I'm the shit with the rhymes
Pass it to my brother pick and roll dish him a dime
When he score, I score the assist on my line
These niggas trying to cross me like the NBA
Niggas acting like they shooters they ain't got a J
When I get on the mic I'm tearing it like Hardaway
I'm flying high like Mike decide to raise the bar today
These niggas trying to cross me like the NBA
Niggas acting like they shooters they ain't got a J
When I get on the mic I'm tearing it like Hardaway
I'm flying high like Mike decide to raise the bar today

Written by:
Alonzo Brunn, Isaiah Brooks

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