Pop Warner Practice

Put on my Undefeated Nikes and I thought of Rae Ironed a fresh Pro Club and I thought of Ta And just the other night, I lost 100 dollar hat, speeding in a convertible I lost my top twice Shorty married to the mob they threw hibachi rice At the ceremony Gucci YSL pheromone me Or Montblanc shit for players only I know you see us counting chili I could put you on, Show you that Range Rover leather do smell like cologne But if you reach you'll miss a step we'll get you missing, gone It ain't adobe illustrator when weapons get drawn Had to change the handshakes we dodging the r.i.c.o You ain't slick sending snaps the police can reach those I been rapping in a code, need babble for battles Pass the toast it's like ghost, you'll get killed by a shadow Pass the toast and if jams, we turn into OJ, You know who got the juice now, the gloves in a suitcase It's crazy niggas can hate you and still give you dap And stop saying lyrics don't matter, say you ain't good at rap Bought some fish from Mario's and I thought of Capone Dipped it in the Wingstop ranch I'm back in my zone You niggas wasn't at the Rec for the dice games You never had to hit the fence cause the cops came You never walked the track on Doolittle field During pop warner practice I remember it still Asking moms for dollar but most niggas would steal A cold can of soda or even a dog off the grill Kids walking with they weapon concealed Tension would build, the cheerleaders oblivious was working on drills When the shots rang out, auntie screamed her kids names out Looking for her youngest as the crowd all dispersed out They pushing over toddlers tryna get to they whip Flipping over tables stepping on chips Just tryna exist When we finally got to our car and peeled out, the police showed up with sticks and guns out Luckily nobody got hit, no family or friends And that next week, we was out there again, huh God