Hoop Dreams

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Damn, JakeSand) [Verse] Ballin' like I still got some hoop dreams Had to leave my yeah alone, got a new thing (Okay) Shot my shot at your bitch 'cause it look green (Come here) Why the fuck you even got a blick if you ain't shooting? Why the fuck you even got a nigga if you out here hoein'? (Why?) Touch down in your city like Terrell Owens (Touch down) Whip a rental but I dog it like a nigga on it (Skrrt) Why the fuck you talkin' like you 'bout it but ain't even on it? Bitch foreign, so I pulled up in the same thing Why the fuck you tryna ball on me? We on the same tеam You ain't hip, you cannot win if you ain't got one Please don't try to trеat me like a ho 'cause I am not one (I swear) Mops in the house, you get treated like a bitch I was takin' hoes way before I had a kit Feel like [?], nine thousand on a fit Come and get your bitch, I cannot get her off my dick Feel just like a guard, 'cause I'm steady makin' plays Shooter shoot just like he could've been in FaZe Gotta take a L, that's what a real nigga's made Pull up with them clips, now come outside and get a fade Unky got a Sprite, but that bitch lookin' ebony If ballin' was a crime, I'd catch a felony (No cap) Foreign drip, I can't pronounce it like a spelling bee Left him with no top, just like John F. Kennedy Crocs plain jane, same color as the buffs Let a nigga try me, we gon' pop his ass like a Crush (Shit) You can't even say you shittin', you ain't one of us Sick as hell dog fell off, he's just another bus Cuttin' up like some scissors, [?] I ain't never trippin' on a L, that's how the game go Purple pants, purple tee look like saint's row Fuck, all these chains on my neck, I feel like Django Shit, 'Wood hittin' like Sharkeisha Really lit now, I can fuck my old teacher Trapped in my bag, I'm just tryna get deeper Really on the court, I was just chillin' in the bleachers Wait your turn, gotta have some patience Walk a nigga down, gang just like Jason Take a look in the mirror, you can't even face it I can't think about the money, gotta go and chase it Three grams in one 'Wood, I'm on Jupiter Kids crossed the rat 'cause the bottoms look like Lucifer If she tell me she ain't suckin' dick, then I'm bootin' her And if she try to set the play, then I'm shootin' her Somewhere chillin' in the sand, where the fuck is Jake? Sorry I don't listen to your songs 'cause I can't relate Tryna take that nigga out, but not on a date You can't argue with me 'cause I'm spendin' more than you make [Outro] Lil' lame ass