Young Abdulleh - Feel Like Kobe

2 and 0 right now, get another ring
Coming back to school, I'm back at SMC
Major and a minor, got like 2 degrees
Yeah my bars are fire, wrist like 2 degrees
Only 5'8" but I'm in the NBA
Putting in that work and they see me go insane
Hopping on my dick when they see me getting paid
Fuck a bitch, her pussy drippin' like some lemonade
Came up outta Trench Town and I saw these niggas die
Running from the FEDs, got these gunshots in my eye
Never woulda thought I even make it out alive
Got no time for games, I'm too busy on my grind
Workin 50 hours, got this money on my mind
I'm the one that got your girl to link up with a stranger
Aman said he can't relate, he makin' all this paper
280, 92 and I tell em see ya later
Your ex on triple X, I shoot below the neck
50 in your head and bitch there's no more head
Diamonds on my wrist, icin' out Patek
Don't even check the bag, I'm on a private jet
Raging waters drippin' and her pussy wet
Biking down to Chase, I'm only chasin' checks
Looking at me now, who the fuck is next
Memo didn't even get the memo
Head ain't in the game, only got the demo
San Bruno broke boy in the ghetto
Running all these racks up to Sacramento
Kings of Madrid, yeah I skin you like Marcelo
50 in the garden, man I feel like I'm Carmelo
Minus it by 10, sip a 40 of Modelo
Stepback, James Harden
Stepback, James Harden
50 in the garden
50 in the garden
Setback, work hard then

Harden in the garden and I'm goin' so retarded, yeah I'm a one man army
Turn up at the party, got the backwoods and Bacardi
I'm the sugar daddy, got my girl some Lululemon
Now she is my wifey and we turn up at the wedding
Looking at her phone, what, who you the fuck you texting
Bitches start undressing, dishonesty, pretending
Money start to spend it, acting independent
Got the breakup text and it ain't even a sentence
Actin hella basic, stop at Millbrae station
Fucked up situation
Black on black murder man, so you who calling racist
Dick up in a bitch and they calling me a rapist
Pop a xan in Tahoe got a higher elevation
Leaving all the traces man, you think you just erase it
Sip and smokin' codeine, and this OG, actin' like they know me
Liquor in my system, dropping 50 like I'm Kobe
I don't know these niggas, why you acting like a homie
Creative cloud Adobe, pray to Jesus, holy
3 peat, got the trophy
Feeling like I'm Kobe, yeah I'm feelin' like I'm Kobe
Bitches on my dick, yeah I'm mothafuckin' Kobe

Samir Habash
Trapping like a boss
Jackpot on the slots
50 plus a hundred, man we taking all the shots
Hurricane Katrina cause I flooded up my watch
Covered in Supreme, yeah I got the fuckin heat
Off-White on me, got a Tudor GMT
Prefer the understated
Shotgun Coors Banquet
Running all these miles, man my brother's underrated
Got the AUX cord, yeah I'm playing all the slaps
Lookin' up these trails and we whipping in the RAV
Up in the casino and we blow a couple racks
Got some bottle service, slap a stripper on they ass
Pregame in Moraga then we going off to Berkeley
Lamborghini Mercy
Damn these bitches thirsty
Makin sure to wrap it up cause we don't want no dirty, aye

Written by:
Alex Habash

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