N.B.A.

I’m ballin' like the NBA
We gon' set it off, we gon' fade-away
23, no MJ
See it’s grindin' 'til we gettin' paid
Stack it up (hold up)
Let me count it up
They in here, but ain’t showin' us love
B17 watch over us
Look, I didn’t have nothin
Now I’m tryin' to find a way, always onto somethin'
Now they tryin' to ride my wave cuz I’m onto somethin'
Shoot, somethin' told me I was onto somethin'
And my momma told me never run from nothin'
So I need some new keys with a couple hundred
Cuzzo locked, bangin Bs, he was gettin' money
Remember nights we couldn’t eat, had to figure somethin'
Ask them why do they hate me, (why do they hate me)
Guess they mad cuz they ain’t me, (mad cuz they ain’t me)
Go through things that they can’t see (things that they can’t see)
Need a bundle of them benjees (bundle of them benjees)
See I’m ballin' like the NBA
We gon' set it off, we gon' fade-away
23, no MJ
See it’s grindin' 'til we gettin' paid
I don’t have no time for it
Real stuff, sad I’m tired of all of this
Blowin' up they already know what time it is
Touch me, God gon' shine a light on all of this
Pray the Lord, to put his hands on me
So my light can shine bright for the world to see
Even though I know I came from a dying breed
Number 5 out of 10, on my momma see
I ain’t doin' no pump faking, give you all of me
Cross you up you ain’t really with the starting team
It’s a must gotta get it for my family
It’s a must gotta get it for my family
Ask them why do they hate me, (why do they hate me)
Guess they mad cuz they ain’t me, (mad cuz they ain’t me)
Go through things that they can’t see (things that they can’t see)
Need a bundle of them benjees (bundle of them benjees)
See I’m ballin' like the NBA
We gon' set it off, we gon' fade-away
23, no MJ
See it’s grindin' 'til we gettin' paid
Remember me goin' so hard 'til my shots wouldn’t fall out the rim
And now they gettin' mad I don’t call
But you wasn’t with me shootin' in the gym
So I gotta put my backpack on
And pass that song
The Midas touch the reason why I last so long
You ain’t handle what you could when you had that long
So pass me the torch and I’ma let you know
I’m sorry
But I’m on and I can’t wait
Though they wanna take my place
But I can’t go, they need my wave
And that’s what keep me with no brakes
Know I still dream about nights we pray
And there was long, don’t know where we ate
Had to get us all a play to the NBA
Ask them why do they hate me, (why do they hate me)
Guess they mad cuz they ain’t me, (mad cuz they ain’t me)
Go through things that they can’t see (things that they can’t see)
Need a bundle of them benjees (bundle of them benjees)
See I’m ballin' like the NBA
We gon' set it off, we gon' fade-away
23, no MJ
See it’s grindin' 'til we gettin' paid