JUCO Lyrics

Uh, ugh (Z knows best)

Ugh, aye aye

I used to sleep with the roaches, and this is way back when I first started coaching

I took a cold shower each morning, and we didn't have any heat when it snowed and

I earned my stripes, never poached em, and God looked down and told me I'm chosen

Elsa my wrist, it's frozen (Elsa!), Ponyboy chain, I always stay golden

Some of my niggas went JUCO, bitch I been spittin' that fye like I'm Zuko

Some of my niggas went JUCO, and they stay strapped with the llama like Kuzco

Some of my niggas went JUCO, and I know this shit wasn't part of the plan, but

Some of my niggas went JUCO, I promise this shit'll turn you to a man, uh

That self-doubt, it fucked me up and it hit me like a locomotive

Remember I looked myself in the mirror, I wondered if I even need to be coaching

On the outside, I was focused, serious face like I'm playing poker

You know I had to keep my composure, really though, I was going through the motions

My point guard put it in motion, uh yeah

And my shooter in the corner, yeah

My center be posting, yeah, he be making them plays like he Jokic

Yeah I remember the roaches, remember the kitchen was filled with them rodents

Yeah I remember the odor, I remember the smell, that shit was so potent

I been through it all with my niggas

That's why I'm tryna go ball with my niggas

I feel like I'm Wall when he played on the Wizards

I feel like Gasol when he played on the Grizzlies

I feel like the Klaw when he play on the Clippers

I'm talking that talk, I don't care who offended

The top the arc, I'm shooting like Lillard

I got it on lock and I'm feel like I'm Wiggins

You get a shot to play for some millions, most of these niggas would kill for it

But this JUCO shit is a grind, and some of these niggas ain't built for it

I'm staying on point like Phil Ford

Til my song at the top of the billboard

I fell in love with grind, and I know that I got the skill for it, listen, uh

Some of my players are fathers, and they already got sons or a daughter (facts)

But they never gave me excuses, they in the lab tryna get 'em an offer (facts)

Putting up shots on the Gun, & now that jumper is lookin like water (drip)

And I just watch em improve, some of these days I feel like Coach Carter (aye aye)

I used to sleep with the roaches, and this is way back when I first started coaching

I took a cold shower each morning, and we didn't have any heat when it snowed and

I earned my stripes, never poached em, and God looked down and told me I'm chosen

Elsa my wrist, it's frozen (ELSA!), Ponyboy chain, I always stay golden

Some of my niggas went JUCO, bitch I been spittin' that fye like I'm Zuko

Some of my niggas went JUCO, and they stay strapped wit the llama like Kuzco

Some of my niggas went JUCO, and I know this shit wasn't part of the plan, but

Some of my niggas went JUCO, I promise this shit'll turn you to a man

Look, you know what they say… you go to a JUCO, it come with a stigma

You know I don't care about none of that, cuz I guarantee I'ma still be that nigga

Remember them AAU tournaments, drinking on Gatorade, eating them skittles

Man I just need me a chance, that's why I'm posting my highlights on Twitter

See I used to stay in the basement, and I was defaulting on all of my payments

I know that them niggas was hating, and my shorty she left me, she said I won't make it

Man I'm a JUCO product, and you know I'm rocking that Gucci and Prada

And now you can't do nun bout it, I see the hate that's brewin' inside ya

I used to stay in the trenches, now I wear a suit when I sit on the benches

They said that I couldn't do it, but I showed all them niggas, they see that I did it

You know I done ran up my digits, and I showed all my niggas the sky is the limit

I know that they doubted my vision, but I'm on a mission to silence my critics

And they say that I couldn't do it, be successful in coaching and still drop some music

But you know I'm still in the stu, and I'm still in the gym on my Last Chance U shit

I got a chip on my shoulder, and I guarantee that I'm never gon' lose it

I got a chip on my shoulder, and I guarantee that I'm never gon' lose

I know that these niggas is preying on me, I know that my mama, she praying for me

I'm doing this shit for my dead homies, and if you ain't believe, you dead to me

My brother, he still in the G-League, I know he wanting that call up

And I know when he called me awhile back, I told him that we finna boss up, cuz we

I used to sleep with the roaches; this is way back when I first started coaching

I took a cold shower each morning, and we didn't have any heat when it snowed and

I earned my stripes, never poached 'em, and God looked down and told me I'm chosen

Elsa my wrist, it's frozen (ELSA!), Ponyboy chain, I always stay golden

Some of my niggas went JUCO, bitch I been spittin' that fye like I'm Zuko

Some of my niggas went JUCO, and they stay strapped wit the llama like Kuzco

Some of my niggas went JUCO, and I know this shit wasn't part of the plan, but

Some of my niggas went JUCO, I promise this shit'll turn you to a man

That's on God