LeBron James Bond

They trynna pull me aside
Don't bring out the bully inside
They had me buried alive
Now I am fully revived
Call me a monster like sully and mike
Russel and KD we cut off our ties
Cut off the net and we put it online
Cut me a check and I put it in mine

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All y'all should know what I'm on
I put the "bro" in LeBron
I put the "me" in the James
You put the "B.O." in Bond
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I got too many tabs
They looking forward to the past
Tell me y'all be blowing up
You looking like you just crashed
Never chasing after cash
I dish it out like Nash
I'm incredibly fast
Blonde kid like Dash
Poppin' off like a rockstar
Light it up no cop car
Top floor with a little bit of fire in the top drawer
Got more
Adrenaline is running through my head again
Like methamphetamine I gotta let it in
Or better taking medicine
I'm better than them
Take a panoramic image you can see I've had it since
Pajama pants
A higher status since
Everything so enterprise
Everyone choke on the lies
I got soap in my eyes
When I'm looking at the hope you deny
I decided I'm a ten
I'll be quiet when I'm dead
I'm a pilot you a pet
I'm a giant I'm a threat

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Might stay low
Light-rail flows
Witty with a little bit of white male clothes
Gotta get it going when the night lay low
They say go
I say no
I say show
Anything, everything getting me by
Let it in, wedding ring met in NY
Evidence, evidence said it I'm fly
I am better than like most these rappers
Who just flex the money I suppose it matters
God is with me now I must confess
They sleeping on me I just sold the mattress
Catching criminals and catching feelings
Praise the highest like I'm at the ceiling
I know the pain but I don't lack the healing
If you want the answers you should ask the children
How you preach when your appearance whack
You flex designer from the clearance rack
I'm just trynna get my endearment back
I love the Lord and I fear his wrath
Where's Clarence at? Cranbrook
Y'all sit still and y'all stand shook
Y'all trynna shoot that's a bad look
Trynna run with a lamb's foot
I got the paper to prove it
I am a maker of music
Think my creator approves it
I think he doing the two-step
Buckle down buckle down
Come around coming down
Love the sound bump it now
From the town love the crowd
Better not step on the shoes
I got memphis and blues
Like I went for the two
I got pep for the school
Never check on the news
Imma check for the truth
Did I mention I'm loose
Never bet when I lose
I got preference on who's in
And let them include me
And get what I choose
And respect the improvement
I kept the abuse
And protect what I knew
Always wet when I shoot
Jet when I flew
Hands on me no massage
Hands off me imma dodge
I lock you down like Taj
I'm semi-heated no garage
We stick together no collage
I don't fit in camouflage
I was low at the start
End at the top call that arbitrage

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