Go

I always talk about my moms yo but shout out to my dad

Who would drive me to hoop every single chance we had

One on one 's and runs, on the court you don't relax

Someone else will chase your dreams and try to take it off the glass

Taught me how to ride a bike and how to shoot a ball

All truth involved I miss them times when we was young and tried to do it all

In between the legs, behind the back and don't you lose your cross

Take it with your left, they double team you better move the rock

Now this game I'm infatuated, I had to play it

Happy after tryouts like I actually made it

My dad loved the game and they said I look just like him, guess we mad related

But no buzzer beaters, if it happened I was last to make it

College ball my moms crossed paths with him

The NCAA would play its part in this accident they made together

Guess we both aged 'cause he was always down to play whenever

One day I'll have my own to play and I can make them better

Idlewild days, Presbyterian

Yea I got a game, we going for win

Though sometimes I forget to pace myself and end up losing wind

The team knew I fought to the very bitter end

Looked at it more than just a church league, like I was really league

Like I could get a season MVP or even win a ring

Run the same game with my guys today cause we been a team

Wanted to be the point but I was more a 3 and D

Let that shit go from distance it's cash ****

I ain't the first to ball but I ain't built like the last ****

Pops put me on and showed me in life if you see the board then you crash ****

And all that building up led up to me being that ****

Business included had to stand on it all

Mempho not the biggest, but most def not small

Felt like I waited my time and received the call up to the big stage

Now it's my turn to let it fall

My OG ain't hoop at all still wanted to coach ****

You ain't work on yo game this whole time what you gone ****

Words spoken to me after tryouts 6th grade

Charge it to the game itself another team I ain't make

What you think next, lab rat big dog

I'm hitting **** with one arm cross 'tween the legs like Chris Paul

You hip, naw can't be

Cause if you read up on the report then you know damn well you can't game me

So blame me when you try to skip through that lane, and when you reach the paint you gone run into a tank

It's ram for a reason, and you can get the same exact work any season

Don't just talk it I breathe it, believe it

You better

When your back against the wall, listen close you better

Don't just get up when you fall, look you know you better

And keep it up until nobody else can do it better

Don't forget your team when you play

'Cause they're gonna be the first to have your back when you're moving wrong

Always create the lane that you move along

And shout out to this game Pop's had put me on