Ay yo, poker face like Kawhi
Don’t question why I’m posting flicks in Hawaii
Yo, the catalogue is wide
My little brother got me sounding solid, not a prob
If I wasn’t rapping, shit, I’d probably steal & rob
Follow suit of relatives who never punched a clock
Shit, I was molded by the craft, I
Broaden my vision now I’m in this kicking ass
Been around the neighborhood & now, I’ve overlapped
Fuck designer water, we was sipping from the tap
My nigga, don’t even ask
We ain’t have no shower head, all we took were baths
Momma raised me on her last
So when I get the bag, she’s entitled to some stacks
The only way to pay her back
You can’t get famous then forget about your fam
199-sum’n Trans Am, just, me & a yamp
Yo
If you’ve seen the flick, then you get the line
Nod to Mr. Torrey, RIP to PAC
I could touch the stage if you speak deposit
Figure out the maze now I’m stomping ground
Smoking on the loud, now the secret’s out
SPORT
You gotta feel me
This shit’s too real, you gotta feel it
You gotta feel me
This shit’s too real, you gotta feel it
Cleanest nigga but the beard is scruffy
I’ll let a chicken touch it if she lucky, shit
Take it back to ninja with the buckets
Speaking of buckets, I’ve seen plenty of ‘em, hold up
The early 2000’s of Allen Iverson
I ain’t seen a ring but my ethic is undeniable
Carrying the team & we headed straight to the finals, yo
Niggas bump my music but front like they never knew me
Niggas fake
Prefer a Jessie Reyez in a two piece, lace, ay yo
Rule number one in this shit, know your wants
Ain’t no doubt who running this shit, SPORTEE won
That concludes the theme of this piece, cheerio
Question what I be on, you’ll be dead ‘fore it dawns on you
I’m timeless like ‘The Adventures of Tom Sawyer’
So pardon me if I happen to leave your mind sore
SPORT
You gotta feel it
This shit’s too real, you gotta, yo
You gotta feel me
This shit’s too real, you gotta feel it
If you not the you, yo
credits
from SPORTEE,
released April 19, 2019
Produced by Vibesounds
