*NBA*

[Verse]
Ran up that check like fuck college
Went to the streets for my knowledge
Keep it discreet move in silence
Leave em' deceased if he try me
Flex on that bitch, hit the Heisman
I got my brother beside me
They feel my pain when I'm writing
Down deep inside, yes I'm dying
Know that we having them dollas
Don't give no fucks bout' no college
Went to the streets for my knowledge
I am an excellent scholar
I know these niggas not bout' it
I know these niggas not solid
They gone' switch up like the weather
Know I put this shit together
Me and my brother was down
We had to map this shit out
We had came up with a plan
Now we not seeing no drought
Making the guap, counting the cap
Yeah we had figured it out
Yeah we just ran that shit up
Like pussy, I know what it's bout'

Hurt what do it do?
My diamonds sick like the flu
Having the green and the blue
That is the old and the new
Fuck nigga thought that you knew
That most of my money was new
I am almighty like Bruce
I pull out the Rari, the coupe
My baby wet like some soup
Know that them Benjamins blue
Used to be geeked up at school
My nigga geeked up with tools
Finessing, I'm working my move
Hurt what do it do?