Sport Talk

Album cover art for "Sport Talk" by G.T. & DeJ Loaf

G.T. & DeJ Loaf - Rap

Sport Talk

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Duration: 3:14

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[Verse 1: G.T.] My cousin was the hitman, my daddy was the brick man Gone off lean, sitting like a bike on a kickstand 50 for my wristband, I was on the bench I was cool being a 6 man, now I'm starting 5 'Bout to win another chip again, chain cold like Michigan Staying out the way, 'cause I heard niggas throwing tips again Thinking to myself, I gotta take another trip again Used to love to get back home and stash my pros [?] I sold white, I sold ten, I sold blue, I sold orange I helped them niggas [?], I ain't do it for no reward Every day we in a war, draw my gun, swing my sword I told my son fuck [?], I'ma make him sore We balling like this shit a sport, and right now, we got home court And you don't ball at all, you couldn't even beat me in a game of [?] This ain't no Porshе, you don't see the horse Doing 150, I ain't evеn put this bitch in sport [Chorus: Dej Loaf] Even though we balling, it hurt my eyes to see my dawg in a coffin Missing all my niggas, I can feel you balling with me like assistants When you charge it to the game, it make sense [?] Money keep calling, these labels [?] Devil keep knocking, devil keep knocking [Verse 2: G.T.] Gave my nigga 30, just for fucking with them birdies I miss Soda, I miss Ri, I miss Mox, I miss [?] I'm glad I made the jump off the porch real early Got blessed with a hustle, but the streets really cursed me I miss [?] when he died, that shit hurt me the worst I damn near broke down in tears, seeing his face on a shirt Baby Money still rapping, Benjie still rapping work You know I'm slapping every day, these niggas waiting on [?] Shattered my heart, we walked your caskit to the hurse Then your son looked just like you, I know that hurt your girl the worst But I can hear you now, don't worry 'bout me, just go to work If I knew life was this short, I would've been putting my family first [Chorus: Dej Loaf] Even though we balling, it hurt my eyes to see my dawg in a coffin Missing all my niggas, I can feel you balling with me like assistants When you charge it to the game, it make sense [?] Money keep calling, these labels [?] Devil keep knocking, devil keep knocking

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Credits

Writers
  • G.T.
  • DeJ Loaf