Sideline Lyrics

Blocking out the noise from the sideline (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

You ain't touch the field you can't tell me how to get mine (you know it)

I ain't coming out the game win, lose or draw (Freebirdz)

When it's all on the line you know who number they gon' call (yeah, yeah, yeah)

What's the play

If I take a shot I'm callin' game

Blowing knots I'm not concern cause I'm tied in

Pole got the urge if you trying to spin

Wipe his nose we on his head like it's sinuses

By the code, 'bout the bread, solid as it gets

Move the load, duck the feds, watch the counterfeits

The talk was bold until that motion couldn't pay the rent

This cho will make 'em hate and change simultaneous

Say it's love they heart is only with the alias

Alienated all that shady shit

Intoxicated, isolated with a toxic bitch

Aggravating lacerations that I should've fixed

Exhilarated by the consequence

Pinch myself confirming consciousness

Constantly I hear and see the hate that ends up profitless

Niggas want your failure for they gain and I'm not swapping shit

Blocking out the noise from the sideline

You ain't touch the field you can't tell me how to get mine

I ain't coming out the game win, lose or draw

When it's all on the line you know who number they gon' call

I be blocking out the noise from the sideline

What's the play

If I take a shot I'm callin' game

X & O's don't give a fuck who make the call

If I don't do nothin' I'm a ball

I ain't checking for these hoes like a voicemail

If the check is short then it's no avail

Always on the go like a clearance sale

Make 'em sick of me they need a Ginger Ale

Told her friend now I'm shooting threes like the son of Dell

Packing Grabba leaves from exotic bales

We not playing fair, we not showing fear, we can't be compared

What's the final score, only thing that matters, all we care

Smile at all the stares, look at what you not, this the look of prayer

War declared, if they touch a hair, order your affairs

Running up the fare, when I'm gone I pass it to my heir

Niggas want the throne and they can't make it in my baby chair

Sitting in my room pouring Brandy 'til the pain is clear

Blocking out the noise from the sideline

You ain't touch the field you can't tell me how to get mine

I ain't coming out the game win, lose or draw

When it's all on the line you know who number they gon' call

I be blocking out the noise from the sideline

What's the play

If I take a shot I'm callin' game

X & O's don't give a fuck who make the call

If I don't do nothin' I'm a ball

Blowing knots I'm not concern cause I'm tied in

Pole got the urge if you trying to spin

Wipe his nose we on his head like it's sinuses

By the code, 'bout the bread, solid as it gets