Songtext 2k Futuristic

2k

I like Shaquille in the paint
I'm like Curry with the range
I go Kareem on these hooks man
Like King James through the lane
You better stay out of my way
Game time switching gears on ’em
Promise I came here to play
I gotta rock it like Harden either way I'm letting it spray
You see that I'm back on my bullshit
MJ fade away on ’em
Never be trippin' like Pippen you won't catch me sitting I'm winning the game for 'em
Listen here I got something to say
You think it's funny they counting me out
I do not do this shit here for the clout
They say I got sold like I come from the south
This shit is getting ridiculous
Being like the Demarcus Cousin with the attitude
Draymond with the mouth
Cause keepin' it real cause your old is mad at you
They say that's better dude
I say let’s weed after week keep it casual
I got no time for the half of you
Matter of fact go what you gotta do just to keep it a stack with you
They try to build me up just to turn around and tell me go dumb and down
[?] blessing your ears with another sound
They never got answers, they give me the runaround
I be like Ray-Ray get right through them screens
Step a step on ’em I'm hitting the three
They celebrate with my team represent me, listen
Let’s keep it going like it's O.T
Don't tell me you can beat me, gotta show me
Gotta hard like Kobe, you ain't gotta know me to see that I’m a killer like Reggie Miller
I hit the Larry on all of these birds
They say the flow is absurd
At this point I make it look easy like [?]

Hoopin' alleges is unmatched
Points on the board like a thumbtack
Like a slow cat, I get dumb scratch
I'm hard to handle like a tough pass
I don't do fly but complaining
Came from the ground where the Rock made a statement
Ain't for the banks but no Carlton I'm more like Will 'cause I ball in the hills of a placement
See me a girl with a facelift
Courtside on a regular basis
D-Book 'cause I ball in the desert
Know my game met you at my location
Hot shit, this toucha gramma
How I let her hammer then I'm off to the payment
On the block and I'm taking shots
I pause later like I'm caught in the Matrix
Yeah, I'm Shaq with it, but number 32
I be breaking glass but I left a penny for a million dollars and a better view
Selling hella jerseys I mean every screw
And I'm flashy with it, skip to my loot
I'm JR Smith and my AR spit
And they here I click as we making moves
Blaze a few with my shirt on
Lamborghini, I skirt off
Last dance make it to the room, it's a girl in there with her skirt off
Flu game, how the dude came, get hella cheese and I serve ya
Usher Raymon, I'll burn y'all
Chris Sanders, in birdcall
Yeah, I think that I need me a shoe 'cause the game is implacable
Getting the way and that's gon' be the death for you
Rip you apart till there ain't nothing left of you
Winning and chip is the only thing left to do
Something like wrestle the coach and the player
You know one touch so I'm dunking with muscle
The captain, the baller, the star and the anchor