Sportscenter Lyrics

I was down bad bad bad nobody called my phone
My friends turn they back I had to get in my zone

(Chorus)
I don't need no f*ckin help
I can do this by myself

Lamborghini on the shelf
Got yo bitch on the shelf

Got her friend on my belt
Got some sins on my self

Make amends make some wealth
Make amends make some wealth

I blew up
In a f*ckin major way

I eat steak every day
Sportscenter every play

I see demons in my way
Wearing Fashionova fits

With they stomach sucked in
Bitch go home take a shit

(Verse 1)
Pockets ripped
Pulling up fully dripped

Lord knows I chainsmoke
Word on the street is that you love coke

Broke niggas doin coke
Make em feel like they rich

Broke niggas do everything
Except get rich

I make plays everyday
I wear Js everyday

I don't smoke no f*ckin js
I'm in the Js wit the K

Bitch hit me on the gram
Checked her pics she okay

But she got a f*ckin nigga
I was almost on my way

In my pocket frito lay
And that rocket, boy don't play

Phone ring, sah pa say
My hair down like sadatay

Bitch I pray every day
Carry sticks every day

Just in case God busy
Ima blow that ass away

(Chorus)
Look, I don't need no f*ckin help
I can do this by myself

Lamborghini on the shelf
Got yo bitch on the shelf

Got her friend on my belt
Got some sins on my self

Make amends make some wealth
Make amends make some wealth

I blew up
In a f*ckin major way I eat steak every day
Sportscenter every play

I see demons in my way wearing Fashionova fits

With they stomach sucked in
Bitch go home take a shit

(Verse 2)
A K got a kick back like a function
100 rounds nigga ain't no duckin

Rolls Royce turn that shit from a pumpkin
She seen me she seen her husband

I make bread I don't make assumptions
Open the safe big dough like muffins

Can't play cards cuz I don't like bluffin
All my cars written off like nothin

I just woke up to a hunnid racks

I just f*cked a bitch with a Fendi tat
If she in my bed ain't no given back

Hop Off the jet fell in the lac
She gimmie head help me relax

I call the plug send me a pack
Saved by the Bell I feel like Zack

Treat the Waldorf like a trap
Treat ya homegirl like a rat

If I said I did it then it's facts
If I hit, then its probably from the back

Hoes got money got big teeth
I'm overseas sipping big tea
Had two hoes play centipede

I got juice like simply

(Chorus)
Look, I don't need no f*ckin help
I can do this by myself

Lamborghini on the shelf
Got yo bitch on the shelf

Got her friend on my belt
Got some sins on my self

Make amends make some wealth
Make amends make some wealth

I blew up
In a f*ckin major Way

I eat steak every day
Sportscenter every play

I see demons in my way wearing fashionova fits

With they stomach sucked in
Bitch go home take a shit
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