[Intro: Starlito]
We know tomorrow ain't a promise, so we get that now
Adn you wonder why we like [?]
Like Phil Jackson
I seen hoop dreams delfate like a true fiend's weight
Al BUndy stores, barber shops, they still debate
Injury sealed his fate like William Gates
It's still okay, though I'm sure hemight feel a way
Out of pressure of expectations, can't tell the real from the fake
Bet it all on himself, that's a chance he was willin' to take
Dribbled up on a degree, eded up overseas and started dealin' with real estate, probably wish he could still play, love for the game
Either we dribble out this motherfucker, or we got a rock, paper, sicssors with another hustle
I pray you never had to witness watchin' mothers struggle
Thirty-day adventure, know this grindin', tryna beat the buzzer
Holdin' onto dreams, I probably changed my life with ball
Hard to keep my eyes on the rim when my lights is off
There's a disconnect when your eneds don't meet
It's tough to keep you in the gym when all your rfiends in the street
Through the wins and defeats, in the end we score
But we can get paper longer than Wemby's arms
Here's ome game you'd better save like a PlayStation memory card
Stay i n your lane, or like Shai, you might end up takin' a charge
When you comin' from a broken hom e that's filled with broken hearts
Gotta give this game your all, play like thre ain't no tomrrow
Nevre let 'em see yo u sweat even without hte AC
I'ma ball no matter where I'm at like Aruthur AG
My homie blew his kneee, he was tryna chase his dreams
Life on easy street ain't easy as it seems
I know niggas ballin' that en make the team
But they always had the rocket like Hakeem, yah mean?
They'll hawk a nigg adown on the East
Talkin' savages, baby, like 21 or Dominique
Game change, remain they G like Arthur and Marcia, I'm still a star
No, my partner ain't Karl Malone, but he gettin' in through the parcel
I ball for real, I'm more Carmelo than Darko
Could've been the next Monta Ellis, but he wanted a Monte Carlo
Really Javaris Critton and tryna pay amma's car note
How we gof rom drivin'a lane to drivin' Carlos?
Hell yeha, whatever to keep us off welfare
We went straight from high school, went to rock like Telfair
Well (Yeah), I was thinkin' Darious Miles
Came up with some knuckleheads but I still made my parents proud
It ain't fair to compare our styles even though you do
Michale, Magic, and Bird all rolled in two
Hornets on NBA JAm, the chosen feew
Even Paul Pierce know we the truth
Shout out to Segal and Face, yo u can keep your debate becauuse we equal
Keep it to oreal like [?] my favoirte all time is
Between me and Craig, we ain't never been scared of Deebo
Ready for the smoke like we pre-rolled
Long live Pif
Rap metaphor a riddle out this motherfucker