- Common high expectations 歌詞
- Common
- Yo yo check it
Unattached and calm sundaes and pills
I palmwith intentions to make it to the league
Intrigued by two letter cars
SE's and G
S'sesOn the court niggaz
I leave like messages
Plagued by this ball player exorcist
It's sort of foul how the world be reffin us
Kenny is our
Moses in this five on five
ExodusFor the game of life full courts ain't preppin us
Schools want me but the ghost of
Manigault haunts me
Plus they wanna crib me, way out in the country
I'm city like street lights and some games that be fights
Never worked on my left so it's hard to be right
Either rich poor or
Mike is who
I wanna be like
Story of many black males that
I refuse to rewrite
Yo, brothers opinions is
Bias-ed, like
Lenthat I'll end up like
Ben, Wilson, still some pretend to be friends
Beneath the grin
I see the ?gin spoke up and assure a?
More so than my soul, my jump shot is purer
People play juror,
I witness the fall of legends
Once was the joint now they restin got a
God given present
My gallant talent is like a magictrick turned by a chick with a bad habit
Opportunity to move
I grab itMe and my moms have static, now
I wreak Hennesey and havoc
Man to man talks with
Kenny, send me to a zone
Been on my own for so long, my vocal tone's grown
Competition gets blown like speakerswhen
I cross her like
Jesus out of bleachers, broads and beepers
Yeah I boogey it's all good, but it could be better
Want to stay eighteen forever
But now I stayon point like
Rod in this
Strickland
If Brooklyn courts was the canvas, then
I would be the big man
From thoughts that pennies bring,
I assemble teams like the
Kenny Kings
Think fast over breaks, dialect
I'm dribbling
Remembering, night posters of
Moses and the
Supreme Court
Realizing, that rap and life are team sports
I follow deep thoughts
Moves never perceived thought lyrical
Johnny Cochrancause of the way
I free thought
The system make a nigga think to make it that he need sportsor either to the tip he gotta resortmy seed'll be taught to start his own
In the, George
Carter zone
Don't wanna be a dope
MC living in his momma's home
Or speaking to my fans in a starving artist tone
Unknown zones
I roam with mind architechter
Spark the lecture, emphasizing to let
God direct ya
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