Kobe & LeBron

[Chorus: PNC]
One, two and it's on
When we come through, they keep it movin' along
As you can see no tattoos on their arm, nah
'Cause the demeanour speaks volumes and on a song
We're like Kobe and LeBron, Kobe and LeBron
See, you don't wanna play with a god, uh
We're like Kobe and LeBron, Kobe and LeBron
See, you don't wanna play with a god, nah

[Verse 1: PNC]
Kobe and LeBron, no one's beatin' that
You rumoured to be the best, I don't see the facts
Used to ride a BMX, do a bunny-hop
Now, I'm comin' at your throat like the money shot, pause
Flow on roids, it's like I'm on some cheatin' shit
Designer wear, yeah, always in the cleanest shit
These label chumps used to talk on some demeanin' shit
Now, they're on that "We should do brunch, have a meetin'" shit
Fuck outta here, you cowards get the treatment
Retreat to linin' up for clubs that we frequent
We leave with a thing, you look like you can't breathe
Kobe and LeBron shit, I should wear an arm sleeve
I should wear a ring now, I out-play the field
Rappers say they're soldiers, I guess that I'm a Navy Seal
Haters still be crumblin' over nothin'
Stuntin' hard, and now they're recoverin' from concussion
On a production, I beast
Fuck a track list, call my shit the deceased
Chasin' the dope chicks straight in the chalice
Don't talk shit, then run straight to the police, never that
Play at a level that they only aspire to
Writin' the fire raps, fight music you riot to
Flyin' through the air, these suckers struggle for playin' time
Kobe and LeBron, David Stern, the game is mine

[Chorus: PNC, David Dallas]
One, two and it's on
When we come through, they keep it movin' along
As you can see no tattoos on their arm, nah
'Cause the demeanour speaks volumes and on a song
We're like Kobe and LeBron, Kobe and LeBron
See, you don't wanna play with a god, uh
We're like Kobe and LeBron, Kobe and LeBron
See, you don't wanna play with a god (Yeah), nah

[Verse 2: David Dallas]
Feelin' like a young Kobe, the one-and-only
After Shaq left and made Pat Riley his homie
Tell these motherfuckers, "Blow me, you won't dethrone me"
Zone D in Double OT, you couldn't hold me
At home or out on the roadie, Staples Center
Or the Garden, I'm in the zone, g, so just throw me
The rock, I'm about to go deep into the playoffs
Cheerin' for the other team, call that shit a séance
You talkin' to your dead homies, I'll pour one out for them
'Cause the top's gettin' lonely, get on my Bobby Brown shit
Snatch a tenderoni, ain't nothin' phony
Call me King James, what they're doin' is below me
The one (The number one), ain't no actor
In my prime, you would not motherfuckin' factor
Teamwork make the dream work, but here's the thing
Show me a team without a superstar that won a ring, I'm the one

[Chorus: PNC]
One, two and it's on
When we come through, they keep it movin' along
As you can see no tattoos on their arm, nah
'Cause the demeanour speaks volumes and on a song
We're like Kobe and LeBron, Kobe and LeBron
See, you don't wanna play with a god, uh
We're like Kobe and LeBron, Kobe and LeBron
See, you don't wanna play with a god, nah