"Streetball" lyrics
(Fyre)
Half-amazing
Damn, where the days went?
For real, '80s baby, probably look like I'm agin'
Uh
It don't matter, I'ma live forever
Now I'm just somebody that you used to know
But you should know
The truth for sure
Streetball
I ain't wanna be the rapper, I was into makin' beats
We all had hoop dreams, but ain't too many make the league
Me and Penny jumped in the car with this nigga named AP
I graduated high school and went straight to the East
Lucky had a plug, but he didn't pay the fee
Had so much of it, even I got into weighin' weed
My career took off, now I'm into they beef
Heard that they was killers, they don't intimidate me
Firearms longer than if Wemby played for the Heat
Tryna stretch somethin' like it's NBA Street
Caught a lot of plays, but we didn't play for keeps
Should've bought some brick houses we could renovate for cheap
Based on income, we in a different kind of house
Racks in the vac', pistols in the couch
Pills in the freezer, pounds under the sink
Ain't no dishes, used the counter in the kitchen just to count
Switch my rental car again, pick another route
'Cause them people takin' pictures and they listenin' when we dial
Gotta figure somethin' out, we in the middle of the drought
And they really want it now, man
And if we don't find somethin', they gon' get it from out south
My play at Vanderbilt payin' ten-fifty for an ounce
Penny play at Belmont, now we might go and watch Jamont
That was 'bout the same time that Oak Hill lost to LeBron
I don't forget nothin', I'm an idiot savant
My mixtapes is goin' crazy, yeah, every one like AND1
Streetball, nigga
Where you was at? (Fyre)
I'm not like them
Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym
And you wasn't with me shootin' out them cars
I started where you wouldn't pull up after dark
Gotta call your own fouls, you might have to shoot for it
Posted on the block like an old power forward
I'm more of a stretch-four
Yeah, I'm at the quadruplex, the work here, the choppers right next door
Tryna stack my chips, what I need a connect for?
You ain't have no motion, probably got bed sores
Really got it out the trunk, had to pull up to every store
I perspired and I cried and some niggas bled for it
All Star, nigga
Put some respect on my legacy
(Keep God in your life, fuck nigga)
Half-amazing
Damn, where the days went?
For real, '80s baby, probably look like I'm agin'
Uh
It don't matter, I'ma live forever
Now I'm just somebody that you used to know
But you should know
The truth for sure
Streetball
I ain't wanna be the rapper, I was into makin' beats
We all had hoop dreams, but ain't too many make the league
Me and Penny jumped in the car with this nigga named AP
I graduated high school and went straight to the East
Lucky had a plug, but he didn't pay the fee
Had so much of it, even I got into weighin' weed
My career took off, now I'm into they beef
Heard that they was killers, they don't intimidate me
Firearms longer than if Wemby played for the Heat
Tryna stretch somethin' like it's NBA Street
Caught a lot of plays, but we didn't play for keeps
Should've bought some brick houses we could renovate for cheap
Based on income, we in a different kind of house
Racks in the vac', pistols in the couch
Pills in the freezer, pounds under the sink
Ain't no dishes, used the counter in the kitchen just to count
Switch my rental car again, pick another route
'Cause them people takin' pictures and they listenin' when we dial
Gotta figure somethin' out, we in the middle of the drought
And they really want it now, man
And if we don't find somethin', they gon' get it from out south
My play at Vanderbilt payin' ten-fifty for an ounce
Penny play at Belmont, now we might go and watch Jamont
That was 'bout the same time that Oak Hill lost to LeBron
I don't forget nothin', I'm an idiot savant
My mixtapes is goin' crazy, yeah, every one like AND1
Streetball, nigga
Where you was at? (Fyre)
I'm not like them
Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym
And you wasn't with me shootin' out them cars
I started where you wouldn't pull up after dark
Gotta call your own fouls, you might have to shoot for it
Posted on the block like an old power forward
I'm more of a stretch-four
Yeah, I'm at the quadruplex, the work here, the choppers right next door
Tryna stack my chips, what I need a connect for?
You ain't have no motion, probably got bed sores
Really got it out the trunk, had to pull up to every store
I perspired and I cried and some niggas bled for it
All Star, nigga
Put some respect on my legacy
(Keep God in your life, fuck nigga)
