BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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BAllin
- I remember back in the days with my friends
- Chilling on the sidewalk eating cakes, that was way back then
- We used to think we were the coolest
- Riding bikes around town like the cruelest
- But we were just innocent kids, Smoking weed, Trying to keep it hid
- In our Nike bags we carried around
- Looking up in the sky, staring up at the clouds
- Actin' a fool, Talking like clowns
- Wearing Vans, Nike socks and khaki shorts
- Killing time, just wishing we could play at the courts
- With the big dudes, the seniors that were so good
- But I was the only one who could handle the rock good
- So we drove past, thinking about the day that we ball
- Watching the older kids, we looked up to them
- Watching them play, Hoping we could see a dunk from them
- And it was all up to them
- Now we in high school, and we think we finally made it
- Owning the courts, we the ones who changed it
- Threes like steph curry, The rims lit
- I'm on fire, I been hit
- Crossover on that gym floor
- Putting anyone down, Adding up the score
- Breaking ankles, and Breaking more
- We still smoke weed, still pound whiskey
- Almost getting caught, had a pound with me
- It was in my trunk at party
- I was drunk, from the start
- I regret that shit right now
- Could have made so much more of time, but i'm hell bound
- And still the only thing that keeps my peace is that sound
- Of the ball swishing through the net
- Not the swisher, damn, Wish I could take a picture
- And that bitch that was fucking with me the other day
- Damn she was fine
- Almost through out a doller, She was a dime
- Almost couldn't finish the quarter cause she was behind the bleachers cheering me on
- The face of an angel, the heart of the devil
- The things she get me to do, I swear she's a rebel
- And now I feel so pebbled in this lakey stream
- Finding every party, drinking cups of lean
- Feel lie I forgot about the ball for a sec
- Miss my shot, cause she wanted to have sex
- double doubles and triple doubles
- Me and my homie on the court, thats double trouble
- Work the pick and roll so well, Its about to funnel
- Practicing every day and night
- Everyone wanna get me off my grind for life
- They want me to give up, not fly high like a kite
- That shit smell so good we couldn't resist
- Poking holes in coke cans just to take a hit
- Driving in cars with the biggest tints
- Going camping with the flower like tents
- The time we spent perfecting our vape
- We could of been in the room watching tape
- Working our game to be the best
- Hitting every three beating our chest
- Deal with dudes like chess
- Thats a check mate
- A steel plate, that shit ranc
- Going through drills, working in the paint
- Painting a picture of our lives right in the twain
- Perfecting our style to be like the greats
- M.J and A.I, Playing the game like
- That Nike swoosh and the Reeboks still fire
- Hooping hard till the pigs fly
- We never give up, and it feel right
- Yeah, it feel like, we gonna make it on someday
- Beat the world and be on some stage
- Get the women, we gonna slay
- Forget the women who don't pray
- Cause we pray for the glory
- We pray for the fame
- We pray to make the money, that you don't make
- And this shit feel like we got it made
- Just accept and pay
- Just accept and lay your affairs on the track
- While we beat it up slowly and retract
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