NBA JAM

Chorus:

Said I live for the moment
Could never lose focus
The only opponent I see really me
Tell em it’s beef if they want it
Fuck tweeting about it
I know they won’t mention the streets!
Shopping, I’m popping tags like a thief
My bitch she hella bad, she a freak
She tripping, I’ll drop a bag at her feet
I’m chasing some mills, I ain’t talking bout Meek (yeah)

Verse:

Balling out hard then
Step back harden
You can’t guard em
Go & try you hardest
Baby I’m an artist
Drip is what you call this
Bottom where I started
Now I put my heart in
Now I’m going crazy, going dumb
Go retarded
They say I’m the one
On point man rеgardless (yeah)
Humble but shе know my shit flawless (yeah)
Putting in work like scholars
Diplomatic nigga, I ain’t even go to college
Hoes think I’m rich
Niggas know I get it rowdy (roddy)
Christian D cologne, smell designer on my body
Get it when I want, watch these haters go & copy (yeah)
Certified nigga like Gotti (yeah)
Skating on tracks, big ollie’s (yeah)
Money coming in narcotics
Way before the rap
Been knew about product

Chorus (x2)

Said I live for the moment
Could never lose focus
The only opponent I see really me
Tell em it’s beef if they want it
Fuck tweeting about it
I know they won’t mention the streets!
Shopping, I’m popping tags like a thief
My bitch she hella bad, she a freak
She tripping, I’ll drop a bag at her feet
I’m chasing some mills, I ain’t talking bout Meek (yeah)

Verse 2:

So I give it my all, I ain’t giving it back
Till I fill up my wall, with some medals & plaques
Cop my OG double R
Just to get her a car
In the Royce so she really relaxed
Yeah, her son going harder than ever
He ball thru whatever
The trenches taught em how to stack
I was down on my ass, I came bouncing right back
Solid lil nigga, go hard for them racks!
Dash like sonic
I’m iconic
Paper chaser nigga, like yup I’m on it
Said I’m on fye, I can’t stop scoring
Baby I’m scorching
Running up a fortune
Killing every beat, I don’t even leave a corpse
And I need the whole pie, cause I don’t do portions
Niggas my sons, but I don’t do orphans
Presidential nigga, like I really got sworn in (yeah!)
Too turnt up, hydraulics
Show up to a show no shirt, no stylist
Say he getting jumping like JAMN, I doubt it
Bottom to the top, I done ran up mileage (yeah!)
Certified nigga like Gotti (yeah)
Skating on tracks, big ollie’s (yeah)
Money coming in narcotics
Way before the rap
Been knew about product

Chorus (x2)

Said I live for the moment
Could never lose focus
The only opponent I see really me
Tell em it’s beef if they want it
Fuck tweeting about it
I know they won’t mention the streets!
Shopping, I’m popping tags like a thief
My bitch she hella bad, she a freak
She tripping, I’ll drop a bag at her feet
I’m chasing some mills, I ain’t talking bout Meek (yeah)