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Yeah Yeah AP on my wrist I be bustin' out AP on the field I be balling out Told AR to catch me on my route Throw it anywhere around me I ain't goin down AP on my wrist I be bustin' out AP on the field I be balling out Told AR to catch me on my route Just throw it up bro I'll bring it down Uh same mission from the start Home base for me is at the top of the charts Stopped trying so hard started gathering the parts that were necessary for me to follow my heart I'm in love with the art The art of not giving into hate The art of keeping your head on straight When the pressure coming in from every which way Every promise that I ever made (ever made ever made) Came into fruition I promise that by 25 I'll pay off my tuition I promise that I'll always trust my intuition cause I know it never steered me wrong I'm exactly where I wanna be I'm right where I belong Things come and go but your family is forever Family don't mean blood it's the people by your side providing cover when they know there's bad weather ahead Storm's brewing never leave what's meant to be said unsaid I got the recipe for success started lifting more and started drinking less Practicing my breathing to eliminate the stress Always knew that it would happen I was destined for success AP goes up for the catch boy be lookin like a Pegasus, stud Blood sweat and tears to get a little bit of love Hands are like glue he don't need a pair of gloves, tough AP on my wrist I be bustin' out AP on the field I be balling out Told AR to catch me on my route Throw it anywhere around me I ain't goin down AP on my wrist I be bustin' out AP on the field I be balling out I ain't in it for the fame or the clout nah This is something I can't live without Uh call me jimmy I'm a bucket Second on the clock had to throw it up I stuck it Show up for the team cause they know that I'm the clutchest Walkin' like McGregor all the ladies wanna touch it Summertime's the hardest and the winter's even colder Been gettin' doubted not just one I got the whole bag of chips sittin' top my shoulder This shit gettin' deeper barely smell the foul odor now I got dreams of seeing my bank account read more than a hundred thou Soon enough it's bouta happen when it does I ain't slowing down You'll stop seeing me around like Bruce Wayne my natural habitat is the underground Had to change my style on 'em saw an opportunity and took it Truancy was fooling me I shook it Graduating dean's list and everything Married to a disciplined life I need a wedding ring I got the locker room buzzing Show up for my brothers like we family all cousins Keep my head down I'm focused No need for discussion Planning something massive mass industry disruption Big money small spender I put my money on Pierce vs the best of the defenders Just a couple kids from Glen Ellyn I know for a fact we're two names that the city gon' remember Yeah Story of the underdog Jack Kenny Alec Pierce
Writer(s): Jack Kenny Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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