Ryan Tucker - Basketball and Cartoons

I'm talking Space Jam, Kool-aid Jammers
Back when I wore grannies' shoes
Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers, Handy Manny, Blues' Clues
On the TV, or like my teacher called the boob tube
But what do boobs got to do with Scooby-Doo
I bust rhymes like the doobie do, in my mind
Picture movies roll the credits with my name in lights
Tonight I smoke the pressure to escape the times
Back to 1997 wish I could rewind
And bring it back like a fanny pack
2018 finally done with the Xanny fad
Rappers hung from anxiety and prescription meds
No sense in society, fuck the violence
IRS take money from me like its mine to spend
While I been saving for a trip to the islands
Next thing I know homie's got the private jet in white
Like this privilege I'm living in
Ice drip like water when I spit flame like Eminem
White goes the crowd like Mike with new skin again
So come on listen in, get a little drunk
Ain't no point in living if you can't have fun
(So you can get like a bunch of these little motherfuckers for ten dollars
Now I will tell you, if you pop four of em
It's your last headache)
And like a VHS player rotate the tape when ya finished
And play it back for the homies who came reminiscing
Premonitions of a younger me, coming to me
Back in my dungarees living carefree
Can I get some air please, cause I'm up so high now
I might just touch the sky for that Kanye smile
While, I think about my life on the ground
Overcoming every struggle til I'm up in the clouds
Wow, I guess I love it's what I'm tryina say
Cause even if you blind you can find a way
Come and take the mic, rhyming by the light of day
Til I ride out the horizon Imma say
Baby what you wanna do
It's been a minute and I'm into you
I don't know if you got a man
But I can be your friend, hey
And if you wanna come over
You know that I don't lock the door, no
Time flies with every day
But people stay the same
I'm like one two three four Cinco de Mayo
Might swim to Mississippi drop my link in the Bayou
Hop the border to Mexico for the festivities
No card but you know we brought green
Cause I'm balling no I don't flop like I'm James Harden
I just call the shots like balding Paul Pierce when I'm falling off
Y'all better call the cops, stealing these rocks
I'm like Jordan on my way to the top
I write my own bars like my destiny, don't go testing me,
Might whip the Smith & Wesson on anyone who finessing me
My pedigree comes with every bar I bless to thee
Gold teeth cause my talk ain't cheap
I like codeine straight to the dome on skis
I like whole wheat ham sammies from auntie
All my homies struggling we low cheese
But my hope be soon enough we all gon eat
I'm like Kobe, faded but I know my chi
Cause I can't be tripping over things out of my reach
Take my memories that I made way back in that hood
Roll it on up in a Backwoods
Baby what you wanna do
It's been a minute and I'm into you
I don't know if you got a man
But I can be your friend, hey
And if you wanna come over
You know that I don't lock the door, no
Time flies with every day
But people stay the same
(However, I don't think this product
Because I've researched this a lot
This product is not good for your liver
So, if you're gonna fuck I don't know
Say a spree of bitches, you know within
Like within a six day period
Try not to take more than nine)

Written by:
Ryan Tucker

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