Floaters

Rather than continue with the games, I left points on the field
Already explained victory formation only time I ever kneel
Today’s price non-negotiable
I spent ten years on a rookie deal (I did)
So now I gots to have it (I gots to have it)
I need it on the scoreboard, not points from the package
My little cousin lazy, now I’m hustling backwoodz, that’s a safety
Thanksgiving tense when it’s like
“I hear all that, but respectfully, fuck you pay me. fuck you pay me. fuck you pay me.”
The line’s down bad
It’s strictly gravy when the feds profit all he had was you as a trade piece
Lookin’ like a Combine, negro’s running by day three
I didn’t get invited
Thank god for free agency, I’ve seen so many negroes get indicted
Mic’d up and wired
Monopoly money in the video
Salary cappin’ damn near a requirement
One-eyed man on the pirate ship lookin’ for the land of the blind
Flags in the air foul like they got money on the line
Fidna go dummy on the pine
Flip a quarter, not a dime
Then kicked it off, it’s all overtime to me, boss
Catch ‘em off sides, I’m going long
They caught each other outside but now they have the arm
It was awkward

Yo
Jeff where’s my trophy, though, man?
Where my trophy at, man?
That’s two years in a row