Pregame lyrics
by Nicholas Craven
[Scene from There Will Be Blood]
[J. Arrr]
sh*t is crazy, man
I hear you n*ggas
Look
I see these dudes playing fool, I shake my head in disgust
I’m still raising the bar, these plates ain’t heavy enough (uh)
I’ma be Giannis, this game I married for Bucks
Can’t divorce with the text like Katy Perry & Russ
They made me carry the crutch, I was on the retire side
I’m god body, ain’t too many I can idolize
I see you fake n*ggas, I can eye the lies
Why they only tell the truth once they’re outta lies?
In my idle timе, my brain be doing the most work
I’m most certain if I had opps, thеy were covert
How these Skee Lo artists miss the growth spurt?
I’m sick enough to shut this whole league down, Gobert
Or Gobert
Touch mics with no fear, kinda like Evander
It’s a Holyfield'n and I'm Kanter
Enes for a minute, I don’t scrimmage with the amateurs
This whack sh*t diminishing the standards
I’m finishing a chapter, let go all the fears after the all the years
All the haters will be brought to tiers, like new inmates
Gotta split the cheese for my friends' sake
Let these n*ggas know I been grate
You been snake & thin laced, means we won’t cut from the same cloth
You little n*ggas rap about having heart but ya brains off
I can’t talk about swinging the four like I’m playing golf
That thang cost, my older brother still getting them chains off
Indian, it’s no reservations or reparations
Just elevate, you gotta own it
He told me look in the mirror, that’s your only opponent
We say in due time, but be prisoners of the moment
I'm on it
[2nd Verse]
Said that I was washed, ain’t tell em I was Poseidon
Gave n*ggas options & left while they was deciding
An introvert but I’m clever & open minded
Why they feel it to the bone whenever this author write it
Prevalent thoughts of Midas, cause everything I touch golden
f*ck closing
You gon get this work I’m the Lux slogan
Always on the search for hire like I just opened
But I’m still stuck in first, guess my clutch broken
A sl*t posing, got n*ggas thinking it’s easy here
They wig out from the pressure, I’m never leaving here
Like to hide behind labels, never see the real
Opposite of Cosby, I make sure you see the pill
It ain’t a roofie though, they Rufio
Kill em all by the Hook, this the studio
Now my trunk full of bodies like I’m Coolio on Fantastic Voyage
I’m passionate, Rubio