[Verse 1: Marlon Craft]
I pulled up in the Muggsy Bogues with the pennies
'Cause I'm short on time, so don't be short on a penny
In our New York, they would envy the flavor
Now it's a bunch of white girls callin' delis bodegas
Elegant player, guys they call relevant major
Look to me for how I be steppin' and gamblin'
So I'm like, "Relevant to who?" Because I'm not watchin'
I feel like Jeff Van Gundy yellin', "Stop floppin'"
Own the company, they ain't even got stock options
When you timeless, you don't care if you not poppin' (Please)
Married to this fly shit, I got Poppins
Haters got a list mile long and shit, they not stoppin'
Shots droppin', out here sippin' Scotch like I'm Ron Swanson
How you sign a deal to act gangster with a cop option? (Wow)
New day, new work
Straight sauce like the drums, couldn't see the kick make the groove work
When clicks is the new worth, the risk to be true hurts
I live this, I'd lose first
'Fore I'd win cuttin' corners just to up the score
Obstacles gon' pop at you, just gotta budget for 'em
But look at the impression that the passion make
I guess there was a method to my madness, ayy
Huh, I pulled up in the Chris Mullin
St. John's 'cause the storm comin'
I see a lot of lightning, but I don't hear the thunder though
You gotta let it roll
I pulled up in the Muggsy Bogues with the pennies
'Cause I'm short on time, so don't be short on a penny
In our New York, they would envy the flavor
Now it's a bunch of white girls callin' delis bodegas
Elegant player, guys they call relevant major
Look to me for how I be steppin' and gamblin'
So I'm like, "Relevant to who?" Because I'm not watchin'
I feel like Jeff Van Gundy yellin', "Stop floppin'"
Own the company, they ain't even got stock options
When you timeless, you don't care if you not poppin' (Please)
Married to this fly shit, I got Poppins
Haters got a list mile long and shit, they not stoppin'
Shots droppin', out here sippin' Scotch like I'm Ron Swanson
How you sign a deal to act gangster with a cop option? (Wow)
New day, new work
Straight sauce like the drums, couldn't see the kick make the groove work
When clicks is the new worth, the risk to be true hurts
I live this, I'd lose first
'Fore I'd win cuttin' corners just to up the score
Obstacles gon' pop at you, just gotta budget for 'em
But look at the impression that the passion make
I guess there was a method to my madness, ayy
Huh, I pulled up in the Chris Mullin
St. John's 'cause the storm comin'
I see a lot of lightning, but I don't hear the thunder though
You gotta let it roll
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