Life Is Like A Sport

[Intro]
So you wanna be a champion? (come on)
You know you hear so much talk about "the game" and "playas in the game" and that phrase even gets played out
But when you think about it, life is like a sport
There's so much drama
There's winners and there's losers
So I guess it's really just how you play it, right?

[Verse 1]
Kill all that Crystal still pass like Chris Paul
My 16's go pow like [?] 8's and 24's like Kobe homie
Naw, they can't hold me y'all
I run game in LA like I'm Mitch Kupchak
All that hits below the belt, yep quick cup check
What? It's no sweat, better yet this how I'm flippin' it
It's Shane Beckham in LA but I'm still kickin' it
And spittin' it as if I were dippin' with the dugout
My goal is to stop yours, point is you shut out
Pull a gun out, naw they saw Pistol Pete just run out
They pull the heat, you see the flash come out
D. Wade in the water, they made living in harder
Parade to the slaughter for the almighty dollar
Yep, they said that it's all about the bread
Well I used to make the bucks just like Michael Redd
Oh that's cold on so many levels
I know, it's all good though, we went for the medal
And got the gold and the whole entire globe was watching
I'll play LeBron Shame same news it ain't an option
And maintain the same thing, let's get it poppin'
Flow's wetter than [?] when it gets to droppin'
But all mine you know it's Lakers all day
Another ring's on the way, I'll see you at the parade

[Interlude]
And I drop it like... *panting*
Take a deep breath

[Verse 2]
Last round, fourth quarter, ninth inning
If you wanna win it, go get it, don't be timid
Push it to the limit, don't sell yourself short
Life is like a sport, leave it all on the court
Somebody get a letter to your editor
I'm Raphetterer, feel like I'm already better than my competitor
Naw, y'all should call me Raph Nedal
Either way I give love but I cause racket y'all
Make a splash without the ball in the basket naw
And if I do hit the J, it's to laugh at y'all
What I don't do under pressure - crack or fall
A master of this trade, I'm still a jack of all
I don't scrap, I brawl, this the fight of my life
They thinking I went soft since I met my wife
Naw hungrier than ever, still starving
Just posters and equipment in my one-room apartment
So I go hard with them hours that I put in on my music
It's more than just amusement, try not to confuse it
But then again who am I foolin'?
Cus I know that's the reason most of y'all are even listening to him

[Hook]
Last round, fourth quarter, ninth inning
If you wanna win it, go get it, don't be timid
Push it to the limit, don't sell yourself short
Life is like a sport, leave it all on the court

[Verse 3]
There's wolves in the woods but I'm feeling like a tiger
The fair way to aim for green, I need a driver
Got open in my black pants, red shirt
My will to win's outstanding even with my leg hurt
Green jacket 'em, mics I've mastered them
A different breed whose focus is a maximum
Especially in the big moments without asking him
I fight like Manny Pack, who wanna scrap with him?
Step in the ring but better be ready to rumble
It's a jungle out there, beware don't crumble
If you can touch it, clutch it, can't fumble
Play your game confident but remain humble
Cause the last star flossing at the cash bar
Thought he was Nascar
But really just going in circles in a fast car
Cause you might even have a name but you can't earn heart