Courtside (feat. Lambo Lawson)

"Trunx you're the greatest" Yeah "Foley this two player" I'm about mine It's about time that I'm lit Sitting courtside On the sideline getting rich Went from hoping off the porch And now we hoping off the bench Gotta make it make sense Never worry bout a bitch I'm about mine It's about time that I'm lit Sitting courtside On the sideline getting rich Went from hoping off the porch And now we hoping off the bench Gotta make it make sense Never worry bout a bitch Whoa Mull this over I'm smooth like Chris Mullin Quick to run and gun - I'll swish your fucking skull in - swish I paint a perfect picture but I'm rapping like Monet No impression - I love drugs, pussy, and money - cha ching Trick I stay dipped like those rings from Walla Walla Your bitch said my dick thick like an Odwalla I'm an oddball with eightballs from Guatemala Challah bread from the Impala I used to be a baller I slowly chew through the green like a Koala I'll bamboozle - I'm the kid who ducked the accusal Cops claimed I had more shit than Metamucil But I had the assist from the bench like Bill Musselman I'm amusing man spit amazing fire like a muzzle Occasionally motherfuckers approach just to flex a knuckle I look them in them in the eyes and reply "I don't give a fuckle" Usually breaks the ice and provides a sensible chuckle I'm about mine It's about time that I'm lit Sitting courtside On the sideline Getting rich Went from hoping off the porch And now we hoping off the bench Gotta make it make sense Never worry bout a bitch I'm about mine It's about time that I'm lit Sitting courtside On the sideline Getting rich Went from hoping off the porch And now we hoping off the bench Gotta make it make sense Never worry bout a bitch Whoa Like a new board Getting to the grip Tryna make another flip before I walk into the crib Now my closet like a shoe store That you cannot get in I was focused on the trap like I was tryna lock it in Need alotta ends She want all the chocolate I'm worth m&ms Money on my noggin Smokin' loud in the backyard again Feel like Ricky Bobby telling Cal that he just gotta win Feel like Wheel Of Fortune this important So I gotta spin Whatchu playin in the house? Ima run up in She say she bangin' every album Let me run again Your favorite rapper couldn't hack it Guess he wasn't him It's to the rack how I attack Like I'm Above The Rim I saw your pack and gave it back Like it was not legit And when they ask why I did that I had to say: that I'm about mine It's about time that I'm lit Sittin' courtside On the sideline getting rich