Bill Russell lyrics

[Intro]
FLOCKA!
Triple F Life, man: friends, fans, and family
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye...

[Hook]
I can't trust myself, so hell no, I can't trust you
I'm ballin', you can call me Bill Russell
Point me to the court, coach it's my turn
I swear to God to dribble base and don't cross over
Cause I'm ready, cause I'm ready
Cause I'm readyyyyyyyyyyy
Cause I'm ready, cause I'm ready
Cause I'm readyyyyyyyyyyy

[Verse 1: Waka Texas Ranger]
I remember selling nicks, dimes, and them vickies
I got no love, I swear to God, my heart empty
I remember when a n*gga was young
Going in Auntie and Grandma's pocketbooks
Even my mama pocketbook, even stealing out the stores
Now I'm getting thirty five thousand for a show
I can buy my own store right now
Joke's on you, b*tch!