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[Intro]
Come on, let's get started. Don't listen to that street talk. That street talk is dead. Don't be talking about no drugs and no popped Uzis around here. If you ain't got no basketball in your hand and wanna shoot it out, you gotta go somewhere else
[Hook: Sample from Chaka Khan's "Move Me No Mountain"] (x2)
I don't expect you to be something you're not
All I expect you to give is all you got
[Verse 1: Common]
Yo, yo, check it
Unattached and calm, sundaes and pills I palm
With intentions to make it to the league
Intrigued by two-letter cars, SE's and GS'ses
On the court, niggas I leave like messages
Plagued by this ball-player exorcist
It's sort of foul how the world be reffin' us
Kenny is our Moses in this five-on-five Exodus
For the game of life, full courts ain't preppin' us
Schools want me, but the ghost of Manigault haunts me
Plus they wanna crib me, way out in the country
I'm city like street lights and some games that be fights
Never worked on my left so it's hard to be right
Either rich, poor, or Mike is who I wanna be like
Story of many black males that I refuse to rewrite
[Hook: Sample from Chaka Khan's "Move Me No Mountain"] (x2)
I don't expect you to be something you're not
All I expect you to give is all you got
Come on, let's get started. Don't listen to that street talk. That street talk is dead. Don't be talking about no drugs and no popped Uzis around here. If you ain't got no basketball in your hand and wanna shoot it out, you gotta go somewhere else
[Hook: Sample from Chaka Khan's "Move Me No Mountain"] (x2)
I don't expect you to be something you're not
All I expect you to give is all you got
[Verse 1: Common]
Yo, yo, check it
Unattached and calm, sundaes and pills I palm
With intentions to make it to the league
Intrigued by two-letter cars, SE's and GS'ses
On the court, niggas I leave like messages
Plagued by this ball-player exorcist
It's sort of foul how the world be reffin' us
Kenny is our Moses in this five-on-five Exodus
For the game of life, full courts ain't preppin' us
Schools want me, but the ghost of Manigault haunts me
Plus they wanna crib me, way out in the country
I'm city like street lights and some games that be fights
Never worked on my left so it's hard to be right
Either rich, poor, or Mike is who I wanna be like
Story of many black males that I refuse to rewrite
[Hook: Sample from Chaka Khan's "Move Me No Mountain"] (x2)
I don't expect you to be something you're not
All I expect you to give is all you got
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