[Verse 1: Tsu Surf]
Cops blocking, I play the block - Ibaka on 'em
Shooting from long range, kept a chopper on 'em
I can talk about how plenty tired to take mine
Hate mine, spent all things, forcing me baselines
Back and fourth the court suicides, watch how I'm a make 'em need
Suicide watch, go and kill yourself (don't kill yourself)
And I ain't ever had a hand out
Wasn't even GPS, I just made a damn route
And I ran it like I wide receive
Cause death or jail like the last thing my Momma need
She said boy you tripping, I mumbled back, like my Momma please (just chill)
Once your hands dirty ain't no kind of clean
She had to stash, she wanna stop, but you can't
From 0 to 35 like Russel out to Durant (wow)
She had to stash, she wanna stop, but you can't
From 0 to 35 like Russel out to Durant
[Break]
[Verse 2: Kevin Durant]
A quiet youngin' man, I never lived the fast life
But seen some of my homies carry steel to get there cash right
Matter fact I got a call, I lost a homie last night
I'm past tight, talking with the man like you ain't playing nice
I skipped the trapping and the banging and went right to hoopin'
Teachers never liked me up in school causer I was such a nuisance
Seen my brother busting tables, but now he push a Benz
Had a couple homies, but, now I think he losing friends
Sitting in the mirror, man where I'ma go next
I looked down and seen the time ticking on my Rolex
I gotta get it, I gotta get it cause I never had it
I only went to school once a week cause I was skipping classes
I'm sitting back, reminiscing on my past moves
I'm paranoid and nervous, that's what the cash do
Maryland on my back and I'ma rep it 'til I die
But I'ma stay going hard for all my brothers in the sky and I'm out
Cops blocking, I play the block - Ibaka on 'em
Shooting from long range, kept a chopper on 'em
I can talk about how plenty tired to take mine
Hate mine, spent all things, forcing me baselines
Back and fourth the court suicides, watch how I'm a make 'em need
Suicide watch, go and kill yourself (don't kill yourself)
And I ain't ever had a hand out
Wasn't even GPS, I just made a damn route
And I ran it like I wide receive
Cause death or jail like the last thing my Momma need
She said boy you tripping, I mumbled back, like my Momma please (just chill)
Once your hands dirty ain't no kind of clean
She had to stash, she wanna stop, but you can't
From 0 to 35 like Russel out to Durant (wow)
She had to stash, she wanna stop, but you can't
From 0 to 35 like Russel out to Durant
[Break]
[Verse 2: Kevin Durant]
A quiet youngin' man, I never lived the fast life
But seen some of my homies carry steel to get there cash right
Matter fact I got a call, I lost a homie last night
I'm past tight, talking with the man like you ain't playing nice
I skipped the trapping and the banging and went right to hoopin'
Teachers never liked me up in school causer I was such a nuisance
Seen my brother busting tables, but now he push a Benz
Had a couple homies, but, now I think he losing friends
Sitting in the mirror, man where I'ma go next
I looked down and seen the time ticking on my Rolex
I gotta get it, I gotta get it cause I never had it
I only went to school once a week cause I was skipping classes
I'm sitting back, reminiscing on my past moves
I'm paranoid and nervous, that's what the cash do
Maryland on my back and I'ma rep it 'til I die
But I'ma stay going hard for all my brothers in the sky and I'm out
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