PnR (feat. CEE DUB)

You shouldn't be here Have a blunt in my left hand, a brew in my right Fading watching Luka cook, but call it father-son night And just like Mike, to my dreams I take flight Hard work and dedication, but it won't come overnight See, I grew up on Ripley Street, believe it or not So tired of being stuck in the same damn spot I'm trying to jump from city to city, no hopscotch Try and stop this pick and roll, I know you cannot, uh I'm lucid walking, so we keen to the scene I'm two-four shots in, RIP forever Kobe Bean With that mamba mentality, imma go hard, no in-between So it's f*ck what you heard, whatchu really mean, bihh Yeah Yeah Okay I stayed away from thugging, I was never in that trap house I was working, saving for the crib, like I'm Jerry Stackhouse Smoking on that herb for my nerves to get me right If I don't get em' in the lane, imma get em' at the stripe Okay, fast break, rebound, take it down Read the D, hit the dish, corner three, that's a swish Yeah, yeah, you see us in this bitch I'm pick and roll with the switch Yeah, yeah, you see us in this bitch Yeah, I feel like Luka at game six Game six Back to Dončić Dončić pulls up, three-pointer, Bang, bang, it's good Dončić wins the game at the buzzer Let's goooo Oouhh This man really got his own oouhh adlib, but all love cuz Yo, love you cuz Shout out the family They at home waiting on me, I love them It's the family, man, boy