Sport Talk G.T. (Ft. DeJ Loaf)

[Verse 1: G.T.]
My cousin was the hitman, my daddy was the brick man
Gone off lean, sitting like a bike on a kickstand
50 for my wristband, I was on the bench
I was cool being a 6 man, now I'm starting 5
'Bout to win another chip again, chain cold like Michigan
Staying out the way, 'cause I heard niggas throwing tips again
Thinking to myself, I gotta take another trip again
Used to love to get back home and stash my pros [?]
I sold white, I sold ten, I sold blue, I sold orange
I helped them niggas [?], I ain't do it for no reward
Every day we in a war, draw my gun, swing my sword
I told my son fuck [?], I'ma make him sore
We balling like this shit a sport, and right now, we got home court
And you don't ball at all, you couldn't even beat me in a game of [?]
This ain't no Porshе, you don't see the horse
Doing 150, I ain't evеn put this bitch in sport

[Chorus: Dej Loaf]
Even though we balling, it hurt my eyes to see my dawg in a coffin
Missing all my niggas, I can feel you balling with me like assistants
When you charge it to the game, it make sense
[?]
Money keep calling, these labels [?]
Devil keep knocking, devil keep knocking