LEBRON JAMES

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yeah Woo, ooh! Most incredible Yes Young Yuh Woo, ooh! [Verse 1] Niggas do the tough-guy thing, but the streets know Then they tryna front on my city like we ain't cooking dope Murders on the TV screens—what's it good for? Price tag on my back—what's it hitting for? Murder rate rising, nigga, over multiplying digits Thought that was your mans until he went and testified against you All my niggas co-defendants, all my bitches independent Realest nigga of the century, whip sitting on twenty-inches Had to get it from the trenches, give it to my home, nigga How you sending statements to the States? It be your own niggas Headshots took off, seats Grey Poupon from jawns that I pooped on I splash, I don't sing songs Pimpstro, hit 'em with the pole and make the bed rock Pill-pop, hit 'em with the soda, make it leglock Headshot, I remember we was kicking verses Used to dream of rocking stages, nigga, we was stealing purses Young Purple (Woo, yeah) [Spoken] Now I was talking to my mother one day and she told me "Boy there are two kinds of people in this world: The type of people that look, and the type of people that see Now everybody that sees is looking, 'cause you can't see without looking But everybody that looks can't see And you gotta see, 'cause you gotta see the plays You gotta make the plays, boy, you gotta make the plays well You gotta make the plays 'cause the plays ain't gon' make themselves [Verse 2] Feets with the Ziploc bags, I got the stash spot The fiend for the shoe box cash, I picked the padlock And I fronted your mans that was the past opp The click blast in front of your mans, you niggas mascots Murder was the mindstate, boosting up the crime rate You ain't getting money 'less you see that shit in five states Crack kills, crime pays, I'm getting to it nine ways I'm stacking all my hundreds 'till they taller than Le—