Pratica: 30 for 30 Freestyle

Yeah

Never thought I'd be talking from this perspective

But, I'm not really sure what else you expected

When the higher-ups have all come together as a collective

With conspiracies to end my run and send me a message

40, did you get the message?

'Cause I just checked my phone and I didn't get it

I mean, I say hats off for a solid effort

But we didn't flinch for a second, we got our shit together

Yeah, not here to fight wars

But niggas wanna talk high scores

PARTY just dipped off in a white Porsche

And I just came from dinner where I ate some well-done seared scallops

That were to die for

But I got bigger fish to fry

I'm talkin' bigger shit than you and I

Kids are losin' lives, got me scared of losing mine

And if I hold my tongue about it, I get crucified

Wrote this shit on a bumpy flight on a summer night

Flyin' over Chattanooga, out here tryin' to spread the movement

I just got me the Mercedes Pullman

You niggas never heard of it, you gotta hit up Google

Back in the city, shit is getting brutal

These kids'll hit your noodle then take a girl to the movies

They've been dropping out on both sides

We ain't in it, we just ghost ride

The pen is working if you niggas need some ghost lines

I thought you wanted yours like I want mine

I guess you just making moves on your own time

But just know it'll be January in no time

And your absence is very concerning

It's like you went on vacation with no plan of returning

Shit is purely for sport, I need a 30 for 30

Banners are ready in case we need to retire your jersey, yeah

I got a club in the Raptors arena

Championships, celebrations during regular seasons

Paternity testin' for women that I never slept with

I'm legally obligated if they request it

So much legal action like I'm Michael Jackson

Luckily, I'm great at avoidin' distraction

Used to give no reaction, now I'm overreactin'

Ah nigga, that shit gotta go platinum

I just listened to Closer To My Dreams

Wide eyed and uneducated at 19

I can't rap like that, all young and naive

Not after all of the shit I've seen and the things I believe

Drastically changing, thank you for all your patience

I'm just in a different space and I choose to embrace it

Four thousand square feet just isn't as spacious

You loved me back in the basement, guess it is what we make it

I'm tired of awkward exchanges and nigga's crooked ways

Tired of champagne toasts with people that look away

Peyton and Eli when niggas called me they brother the season start

And I don't wanna see you end up with nothing

Y'all throw the word "family" around too much in discussion

Rookie season, I would've never thought this was coming

They knees give out and they passing to you all of a sudden

Now you the one getting buckets

They put their arm around you, now you becoming the crutches

Kids got on your number 'cause you the one they look up to

And women that you seen on TV look better in person

And either they wanna fuck you or convince you

That they care to see where it goes from there, but

These ain't the girls from Brampton, this ain't that local action

The haters just bringing me and my people closer, actually

What happened to the things you niggas said was supposed to happen?

Are we just supposed to ignore the fact that it never happened?

We just supposed to get the pie and then split it in two?

Supposed to forget your mistakes but not forget about you?

My plan was always to make the product jump off the shelf

And treat the money like secrets, keep that shit to ourselves

Papi champú, young pablito de seis dios

6 G-O-D, I think I

Was destined for this shit when I was 'round Keyshia Cole and T.I

And Young Dro was popping off with Ain't I

Way before niggas had they hands out like they doing macarena

But who am I to complain now, I'm still around, they know

Yeah