RIP Kobe

(Uh, uh, uh) Yeah (yeah) (Jacob Mbayo, G²) It's Jacob I got my head in the beats, you best believe when I'm out there I'm ready to shoot I'm finna put on my sleeve, grab me a Sharpie and write up a quote on the shoe Don't even wanna do warm-ups, no national anthem, I promise I'm ready to hoop I don't be looking on the other side, I'm going to war it's just me and my dudes Told you we came here to win, I said it once and I prolly won't say it again Give 'em a pump, jab to the right, blink of an eye I'm headed to the tin Come to the finish, you know I'm a savage, crazy athletic I'm punching the rim I use the euro-step to my advantage, I got 'em all going ham in the gym I molded my game after the greats, defenders can't stop me ain't even convinced Throw me whatever you got to my face, I put it on moms I ain't even gon' flinch Put it on mom's I'm as real as they come, only one squad, I won't ever switch up My team been playing with the sliders up, I might just go and score me 81 Ask me what me what I'm finna do when I'm done I'm bout to lay out the rules for the youth that come after me So that my sons and my daughters so beautifully build off the roots of the family tree Hit up my youngins and teach 'em the ways, the peasants should honor your majesty We taking everything left on the table, that's just that Mamba mentality They talking down on my name, brodie you don't even know me Me and G² go insane, you know our spirit is holy I just been balling like James, dunking on you and your homies I might just ball in L.A., yeah, RIP Kobe Yeah, RIP Kobe, uh, yeah, RIP Kobe Uh, yeah, RIP Kobe, uh, yeah, RIP Kobe I just been balling like James, dunking on you and your homies I might just ball in L.A., yeah, RIP Kobe Yeah, RIP Kobe, def' stance, guard 'em like Tony They can not even hold me, left hand Manu Ginobili Swear, I'm at the top, it's so lonely, Nike Tech-Fleece on my body, so cozy Call a iso and the hesi' just froze him, G, tell 'em the rest of the story King of the court when I'm coming in the door Break your ankles make you touch the Earth and the floor Since a youngin I been running up the score Fadeaway, hit it like my number 24 My mentality, I ain't even stressing, opps on the way, they full-court pressing Shooters on the court like we tote Smith & Wesson, mentor on the court 'cause I hand out lessons Me and G-Money run chairwork sessions, yeah, we be grinding like Kobe Putting in the work hella slowly, say you ballin' harder, please try and show me Say you ballin' harder, sorry bruh that news fake, I been cooking suckas since 13 in my red snakes Hanging on the rim, got a tech 'cause the ref hate, down the late put it on his head 'cause the help late Use the ball like a fork, eat up like court a plate, killin' all the time, still waiting on my court date Tell us we the best, feel like Carti, that's no lie, Air Force 1 called 'bout some beef 'cause I'm too fly Came in the game, wet it up 'cause it's too dry, ain't going out without a ring like Channing Frye Turn the coaches' heads, they peep me like "I Spy", heroes come and go but the legends they can't die They talking down on my name, brodie you don't even know me Me and G² go insane, you know our spirit is holy I just been balling like James, dunking on you and your homies I might just ball in L.A., yeah, RIP Kobe Yeah, RIP Kobe, uh, yeah, RIP Kobe Uh, yeah, RIP Kobe, uh, yeah, RIP Kobe I just been balling like James, dunking on you and your homies I might just ball in L.A., yeah, RIP Kobe