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