Trinidad Vs. Camacho

Lyrics

[Intro: UFO Fev] Uh Right Check [Verse 1: UFO Fev] Born to ball, way I score makes the highlight Sideline players commentatin' all on my life And one, laid the baddest women outside Pulled up in the "what's that," played the game how I like Right, ya numbers lookin' tire price Bet we beat it, call my line when ya mine, right Wouldn't change nothin', from a bum to a prizefight When I show up now, there's a limelight Style tight, lovin' what it sound like Pounds of the herb on the curb, used to servе now I'm paid off the words Fehrenhеit burns, touch the flame, only way you gon' learn Hot as Fev, must be ashes in the air, uh Good as five mics Big UFO gotta turn eyes all night You gon' know the team, now that time's right The hoes lovin' what my style like These women lovin' what I style like, right [Chorus: Jose Santiago & UFO Fev] The numbers gon' fall I'll be the last man standing Charge it to the game, we pop champagne Do it all for the team (Do it all for the team) And I was born to ball (Right) Tryna bring home a ring The numbers never change, tell the same old J Left the jokes for the game (Right) Whoooo! Yeah [Verse 2: UFO Fev] Raise ya glasses Toast 'cause we rose from the ashes Mami said her friend from Calabasas See me pullin' ace out the casket Baby do ya thing, if you like it you can have it Easy on ya boy, be gentle when you grab it Papa was a rollin' stone, mama had a habit Now I'm fully grown, big bank need a loan I can see it on ya face, you ain't really with the static Blunt fulla runts, weavin outta traffic Fev spend cash, Fev swipe plastic Grew from out the mud, stretch the work like elastic The girl doin' yoga, mix the soda as we got older Hustle had to match it, tryna world tour with my mans off this rap shit More or less, speak my name when you speakin' of the best You can keep me out the convo with the rest