B.O.P. Songtext
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Huh (yeah)
I be grindin' (uh-huh)
Blowin' it (haha)
I've been figuring how to get it back (uh)
I'ma conscious trapper
I sold coke to white folks and told 'em black life matter
My-my Trump cards got 'em bitchin' like Hillary
You can feel the burn, I hit 'em with the witchery
I'm John Wall, I'm Chris Paul, I'm Westbrook
I be grindin' (uh-huh)
Blowin' it (haha)
I've been figuring how to get it back (uh)
I'ma conscious trapper
I sold coke to white folks and told 'em black life matter
My-my Trump cards got 'em bitchin' like Hillary
You can feel the burn, I hit 'em with the witchery
I'm John Wall, I'm Chris Paul, I'm Westbrook
I'm Kyrie, any nigga could handle it
Four-four quarter in the clutch, got me 28
Grams on the 'gram, he see me self-medicate
I blow a lot of smoke like a politician
Niggas in the prison, we still use the opposition
Got me a new position, thank God I'm all religion
Judaism, Muslim, Christian, I got me two pots to piss in
In the kitchen, cookin' up real dope for my real folks
Give it back when I was broke, I was still the GOAT
Givin' hope to my folks, told 'em stay afloat
On a boat, couple ropes, bitch I ain't a joke
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
Jay-Z, John Kennedy, Scotty Pippen
I'm ballin' or politickin'
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
Young Stunna, King James, Bill Clinton
I just want head from Monica
My sedentary hot and they shocked
I'm on top like a yamaka
Everyday is Christmas, last Hanuka
Gifts and the green, go and give Veronica
I'm on Mars 'cause these bars is alien
Hundred and a five, fly nigga bring the bacon in
'Cause I kiss 'em and shake hands, they can't pant
It's still Rozay, OJ and [??]
Still full of trade balls, got the deep strokes
Like Thompson from Shy Town and Compton
I'm stomping like a nigga with a attitude
Do it for the love of the game, that's the gratitude
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
Jay-Z, John Kennedy, Scotty Pippen
I'm ballin' or politickin'
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
Young Stunna, King James, Bill Clinton
Four-four quarter in the clutch, got me 28
Grams on the 'gram, he see me self-medicate
I blow a lot of smoke like a politician
Niggas in the prison, we still use the opposition
Got me a new position, thank God I'm all religion
Judaism, Muslim, Christian, I got me two pots to piss in
In the kitchen, cookin' up real dope for my real folks
Give it back when I was broke, I was still the GOAT
Givin' hope to my folks, told 'em stay afloat
On a boat, couple ropes, bitch I ain't a joke
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
Jay-Z, John Kennedy, Scotty Pippen
I'm ballin' or politickin'
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
Young Stunna, King James, Bill Clinton
I just want head from Monica
My sedentary hot and they shocked
I'm on top like a yamaka
Everyday is Christmas, last Hanuka
Gifts and the green, go and give Veronica
I'm on Mars 'cause these bars is alien
Hundred and a five, fly nigga bring the bacon in
'Cause I kiss 'em and shake hands, they can't pant
It's still Rozay, OJ and [??]
Still full of trade balls, got the deep strokes
Like Thompson from Shy Town and Compton
I'm stomping like a nigga with a attitude
Do it for the love of the game, that's the gratitude
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
Jay-Z, John Kennedy, Scotty Pippen
I'm ballin' or politickin'
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
I'm either ballin' or politickin'
Young Stunna, King James, Bill Clinton
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