Playoffs

[Intro]
(Motorsport)

[Chorus]
In this bitch, charged up like a battery
I remember them hoes used to laugh at me
And this shit that they talkin' is blasphemy
For a verse, I make more than your salary
I was workin', I know it'll pay off
Bitch, I ball like the NBA playoffs
Going hard so I can't take a day off
Yeah, he shootin', I think that he way off

[Verse]
I'm away but I'm lost in a dream
Year ago, fell in love with the lean
That lil' bro not take care of the team
He a joke so we turn to a mean
Yeah, I'm puttin' my soul in the music
Brodie eager, I tell him to cool it
Now I'm feelin' likе Shaq in the Buick
Talking racks then I gotta get to it
To bе honest, I'm high on the drugs
Like Aladdin, I fly on a rug
As I'm down, I'm in need of a hug
Yeah, I play PSP in the club
And I feel like I'm fly with a dove
I just pray to the man up above
Yeah, I smoke on the best of the buds
Cup thick, yeah, I'm sippin' on mud
He ran up and got hit with the R.I.C.O
Yeah, my bro gotta meet with his PO
She a baddy, I think she a Leo
Mozzy nigga, I'm feelin' like T.O
She a thot but I can't be a hero
In Brazil fuckin' hoes, I'm in Rio
Bitch, I stay with a hammer, Home Depot
My diamonds be cold, they anemic, they frio

[Chorus]
In this bitch, charged up like a battery
I remember them hoes used to laugh at me
And this shit that they talkin' is blasphemy
For a verse, I make more than your salary
I was workin', I know it'll pay off
Bitch, I ball like the NBA playoffs
Going hard so I can't take a day off
Yeah, he shootin', I think that he way off