MIP (Most Improved Player of the Year)

No smoke no smoke They waving the flag threw the towel he toast No I'm not most heard y'all doing bad No more bragging and boasting Top, top, top, top, top floor told her we ain't coming down My bank account look like her daddy's She say that she hate me she'll come back around I got options like Lamar jack I'm quarterbackin' I got yards nigga I'm still making plays off my iPhone Hitting milestones look what god give ya Sometimes it pays off to be patient No rushing these niggas tryna sell you a gimmick Lil yoto come back I got hits upon hits got that shit that these kids tryna mimic Courvoisier sprite keep my shit on the rocks Zoo out in rado they burn dirty chop I pop up my shop come and cop you some crop Don't you play round my house boy this chop not a prop Hold up, hold up man this shit, shit really bussin' Black and yellow black and yellow Tarantino rhythm on some kill Bill shit And my katanatantan ill on any nigga Try to come and check this I'm on some wish a nigga would shit Wild wild wild west way We got everything we wanted now Blessing's coming in like everyday I used to wonder why they hate the kid Remembered that they had time for it Used to hoop with them in D-league Now I'm ballin on and off the court That ain't my son if he is pull a Kanaan Just dropped off my baggage I made some arrangements Next day we'll be back gotta pick up my payment Thankful for the top used to be in the basement (There ain't no cap in my rap) Vac it up bag it and tag it yeah Gotta maintain my priorities They wanna run wit big huncho They still with they mama she have the authority He went to college to get a degree I was blowing these woods in sorority's It's funny tho now lil yoto touched cream They wan say that they did this shit for me Still got love for the guys Even if they don't love me Same price that you pay for the lb But I'm coming home with three James brown to these niggas I'm a bad muthafucka You get slapped in yo shit Shoulda stayed home ate yo mama's lasagna