Big Work

Don't you ever fix your mouth to talk down

Now **** telling me to calm down cause I done shot off

And then I tap back in I hit the lab and break the lock off

Itching to ball like them boys from Coach Carter but I had to tighten up and pick myself up out that water

Like baptism, now I'm catching rhythm

They ain't know boy could heat up until they feel him light a fire right up under they ass

Slow your roll, breaking fast, after doing the dash

Break quicker after crashing the boards

Let's run ****, spread the floor, generate results

Pointing shit into place

Dictate the pace

If I let one go and miss the mark next one I fire with a clean slate

cause a shooter gone shoot and a hooper gone-

Boom

Progressing at your own pace

Comparisons are when you lose

How dare you tell some **** who done spent the time to grind work on they game for days, that we ain't posed to shine?

Lights cameras and action

Feeling the crowd's reaction

I'm locked in, it must be the shoes: they notice traction

Arm wave like clear out I got a clear route

Fixing to get to this rack, need that iso right now

Applying pressure makes that Diamonds Remix

Big brother came through but he won't kick my ass

In the triple threat, the pivot's left, better jab right cuz the cross next

Like the ice that they throw on chains going across necks

Swim across the opposite knee

Turnt up an octave at the top of the key

If they flex a W too, that means they got it from me

Know the drive can draw contact to bring another point home

But if I post up in your house that means it foreclosed

I remember when it happened to mine

I had some handles on me but my shot was wack at the time

Them hand me downs was too big my stock was dragging da Kleins

No money, no jumper, the poor kid who couldn't play was only 7

But you best believe he scrapped to the 9s

At 16 my only ask was gym shoes I couldn't buy

On and off the court I really thought 'bout bagging them dimes

Would often blame myself for what my moms went through

In turn I'd start resenting pops 'cause he ain't cry 'bout it too

Flows, it's hundreds to choose it ain't nothing that's new

But my game been held by ceilings, time to jump through the roof

Playing D1 and 2 gave me something to Proof

So if you guard me there ain't nothing to do, and that's real

Not a day I woke up and wasn't thinking bout the league

But the more bread they make the less mouths they tryna feed

Whole team ready to eat I'll be the first to move

So this bucket ain't personal it just that I got, I got