and then i come off the bench..."let me in the game big homie!!!"


pass the rock i shot put emcees alas...the lock down corner
i border baseline and face time is a regular for this stud...i bud like flowers illuminate like ray allen jumpers...my numbers figure to be spectac exact focus...i chosen to be the one...son...believe me easily heaving these heathens still breathing this evening...pleasing the masses with casket calls...im drop dead gorgous...bitches hate...debate...escalate the hope...i slope pitch and float shit over the plate...they swingin at air my rare form strike zone cyclone...cats is sly tho but get the eagle eye slide show...my mic flow is out the park but still in focus...wide open perimeter cats is chokin...but my accurate grasp of it alone leaves me last...im in the zone...they clone my statistics to mimic...but never really get the Truth like Pierce bitches!!!...ya get it...they litches or leeches however you see it...i sieze it beneath it palm the leather between it... shot clock belemic but my clucth is still beastin...im eatin constantly streakin backboard attack more...you slack...sure...im glass floor and movin...if you dont get it...thats rebound...ground...and im shootin...for the stars on par for greatness...they say its the closer you get the more famous its basic...common knoweldge i polished off the trophies and froze geeks...im back with more punch then holes see...ayooooooo Z...they aint ready so steady collection plate revvvy...i preach to youngins...hold heat to youngins...scold beats its noting...close reach...yall frontin