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| Common Miscellaneous High Expectations 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 niggaz 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 mango 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 Yo, brothers opinions is bias-ed, like len That i'll end up like ben, wilson, still some pretend to be friends Beneath the grin i see the ?gin spoke up and assure a? More so than my soul, my jump shot is purer People play juror, i witness the fall of legends Once was the joint now they restin got a god given present My gallant talent is like a magic Trick turned by a chick with a bad habit Opportunity to move i grab it Me and my moms have static, now i wreak hennesey and havoc Man to man talks with kenny, send me to a zone Been on my own for so long, my vocal tone's grown Competition gets blown like speakers When i cross her like jesus out of bleachers, broads and beepers Yeah i boogey it's all good, but it could be better Want to stay eighteen forever But now i stay on point like rod in this strickland If brooklyn courts was the canvas, then i would be the big man From thoughts that pennies bring, i assemble teams like the kenny Kings Think fast over breaks, dialect i'm dribbling Remembering, night posters of moses and the supreme court Realizing, that rap and life are team sports I follow deep thoughts Moves never perceived thought lyrical johnny cochran Cause of the way i free thought The system make a nigga think to make it that he need sports Or either to the tip he gotta resort My seed'll be taught to start his own In the, george carter zone Don't wanna be a dope mc living in his momma's home Or speaking to my fans in a starving artist tone Unknown zones i roam with mind architechter Spark the lecture, emphasizing to let god direct ya |
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