102651, The Message Posted by DJR, Tue Apr-15-14 12:26 PM
Fake point, can't annoint; you disappoint, you no CP3 tho Assists low, gunning persists, can't coexist yo You ballhog guards played out, freezing your running mates out Superstar turned flop, it bring the hate out Forty-nine L's get weighed, it's the only way To judge stars in the N-B-A, Curry winning in the Bay! Managing games passe, chuck from deep range, losses out the ass, mate! No free passes Ky, miss playoffs get fried Too many shots, waved off screens, thirty-two games won Eleven less than Washington A long ways away from a ring Yo, let me let y'all ballhogs know one thing There's one ball, one team, so the point can't be scoring king The lowlights of losing, selfish-style, no pass all shooting Cavs .500 when 'Rie sitting em, empty statlines, u gettin' em Reluctant passes you sending em, 'cause 18 shots the minimum Play out the string with no adrenaline, loafing around chillin' A case of no playoffs to chase, but shots plenty Upset any clique, with the overdribbling who want it? Tight handle, you flaunt it, dumb fans flock - you lace 'em Crossover to nowhere, still in place, between the legs Team out of formation standing, watching is how you have em Former fans jumping off the bandwagon Elimated, play with no passion, just dragging Grab the rock it's on though Shit is grimy, real gunners chuck and don't play right With the broke J, that don't spray right Don't give a fuck if you win as long as the board's lit Yo, capable teammates bug cause they ain't getting shit Chucking-ass Australian, stay on that gunner-shit
You never pass, unless it's the only option left You ain't the type of brother made to start passing!
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