Testo Team

Everybody! Everybody!

Hey!
Beam solid we ain't in no hurry
We no need to name 'pon we Jersey
The number on my back should thirty
Come more shot the fire like Curry
We don't need to judge, we a jury I'm on a green bro, we don't play dirty
We have a high shotta and he named Birdy
We have Magic and Cream like McFlurry
[?] like the fire in the kitchen
Try to stand firm, but now you walkin' out to the prison
Still work hard if me no have no pot to piss in
I'm like Jordan, but y'all still need a Pippen

Nobody can do it themselves
It don't work
Me try that already, eh
Do put those doves into flight, eh
No one an island in life
Nobody can do it themselves
It don't work Me try that already, eh
Do put those doves in flight, eh
[?] in life

Look, I was battle rappin' in them bars, ay
Fifteen couldn't drive a car, no way
Momma drove me, waiting in the back like, hey
Walk out wit the prize money like, yay
Uh, suit up
How I went from screw up
Rappin' on the school bus to now they wrap the tour bus
Then we executed all the plays that we drew up
Got the jewelry in me so why would I need a jeweler
Runnin' that court like wooh
Follow my boys they knew
I don't say what I think
Only say what I know
Let 'em all run they mouth
Then I run up the score
When you game lads, you don't gotta talk at all
Look I don't want no business unless its win, win, win
How ya air ball, blame the rim, rim, rim
When you drop thirty they all wanna wear your jersey
But I tell you right now, they ain't your friend, friend, friend
And shooting all shot, playing no D
You two game pop, how you shoot three huh?
Win the chip, then we cut the net
One thing you don't forget, huh?

Nobody can do it themselves
It don't work
Me try that already, eh
Do put those doves into flight, eh
No one an island in life
Nobody can do it themselves
It don't work
Me done that already, eh
Do put those doves in flight, eh
[?]

Back then, had the music so loud that the cops came
Told them I am not equipped but they still gang, gang
Wade, Bosh, James
All aboard the ship, we just want the chip, chip
That's the way we ball, it's that little flip, flip
Last supper man, I'ma need a sip, sip
UberXL, rollin' with the clique, clique
Two three, with the three three in the nine six
Pete Miller, no limits sitting on the gold tank
Aquemini, ATL Fam, do or die
Still black on both sides like its '99
Bobby Boucher since the 2K
In the kitchen all day with the soufflé
Next tour we gonna Parlez-vous français?
Magic game never put the chain on Ye
All hustle, no huddle that's reckless
All macho, no muscle that's headless
Your Cuban got a weak link
Even Jesus saw the twelve shrink

Nobody can do it themselves
It don't work
Me try that already, eh
Do put those doves into flight, eh
No one an island in life
Nobody can do it themselves
It don't work
Me done that already, eh
Do put those doves in flight, eh
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