Courtside
Little Vic, Rasheed Chappell, 38 Spesh
Nah Mean
Yo
TRUST
Project City
Huh
A Yo Sheed
Whaddup
I'm a meet you over there around 3 ya heard
Huh
A yo my name 38
And I don't like questions
Both my homies caught life
Them was life lessons
Made your first Mil'
And you ain't respect it
You broke fast
Off your first meal
Like breakfast
Fucked in the daytime
No night sessions
Never let a side bitch
Have my wife stressing
These my blessings
I ain't got a bright complexion
But l reside in a white section
I guess it's the safest part of the city
Lincoln freed the slaves
They put his face on a penny
Huh
All my hoes faces gotta be pretty
Don't talk that bougie shit
Take this bottle of Henny
Pray God forgive for all mine
My Mom died
It's a lot of pain in my hard drive
On my grind for a long time
Still got ten toes down
On this floor sitting court side
TRUST
We in the green room wild
And loud as Walt Frazier suit
I used to use wire hangers
As ball hoops
Now I'm at the Garden
In Madison Square
Our face
On the Jumbotron
Nigga we here
Concierge for the VIP
That's me
Getting texts from my n*ggas like
Is that you Sheed
Yup
Y'all see me
4K on TV
Tried to tell n*ggas
But y'all ain't believe me
I past n*ggas
Who last year was that n*gga
At this pace
Next year won't even dap n*ggas
Don't @ n*ggas like l see you King
Saw y'all too
Now watch me do my thing
Oh shit the Knicks scored
It's close
The game tied
Let me put this phone down
And enjoy from court side
N*ggas
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