[Intro]
Hol' up!
9 outta 10, Imma keep it zen
9 outta 10, can you please fix your lens?
9 outta 10, got you playin' pretend
9 outta 10, here we go again
9 outta 10, coulda bout the fam a Benz
9 outta 10, are you making amends
9 outta 10, prolly lost an M
[Verse]
Sh*t ain't nothin man, let it sink in
You used to hoop in your condo so comfortably
Knew one day I'd be good, and you'd come for me
Didn't know it would make me this hungry
Lookin' at your judgment and everyone's wondering
Ride the heat the Windy City, did you see the damn coat?
Saw you in the hallway, you say "youngin, put on a show"
Didn't know that's the code for you about to get rolled
Even Adam Silver told me I deserve the gold
Didn't got the trophy, but I got somethin' to hold
Deez N***
Forgive me bro, I won't sell my soul
Big chillin', paint me as the villain
And I jumped over the biggest dude in the buildin'
Got willin', the best and I still am
Your judgement, gives me no fulfillment
I see you, young OG, I thought you saw the same to me
Legend in my city, promise Imma make you believe
6 years in the league, just wettin' my feet
Them Miami boys is cool, Im still checkin the Heat
I appreciate the text, and you checkin' for me
Dreams up a dunk trophy, restin' in peace
Reverend Jackson said that's some bulls**t
Lights, camera, action, you're the culprit
Queen Latifa said we'd do it for the fans
Showed these scars and she says she understands
Still tryna jump Shaq for the last one
Been cool since Uncle Drew, so bygones, we get past 'em
Lemme set the record straight
Perfect's, I got 8
That'll ring bells all the way to heaven's gates!
[Outro]
This sh*t ain't nothin' man, let that sink in