I Got Next Lyrics

Walk my ass up to the court I hear the sneakers smash

A kid with the Amazon ball the other kids laugh

Everytime a shot hits the rim it's met with "you're trash"

Friends took a walk to the car to hit the new stash

The summer days with quick showers of rain

A couple knee braces to keep the body contained

Sittin on the park bench is some guys new flame

He missin shots from the logo I swear he thinks he's dame

30 piece from the kid who works minimum wage

closet he'll ever get from hoisting trophies on a stage

Champagne bottles after the Rec championship

He no called on his shift and now he got a pink slip

His mom pissed cause he's living false ball dreams

Friends grew up all around him now he got no team

Addicted to the sound of the ball hitting the string

At least he got a solid cardio routine

But will he draft me when he knows I'm five eight

My corner threes raining down like the bombs in Kuwait

I'm just trying to have fun but now the game holds his fate

high school highlights in his bio but no one watches the tape

Sittin on the side of the line I got next

A small white kid the other boys ain't impressed

They tell me to pass the ball and every shot i contest

It's like I'm playing in the East while they playing in the west

Sittin on the side of the line I got next

A small white kid the other boys ain't impressed

They tell me to pass the ball and every shot i contest

It's like I'm playing in the East while they playing in the west

The ball at the top of the key I'm in the triple threat

They gave me 2 feet of space and I know my shots wet

So I took the the shot and it banked off the backboard

They keep leavin me open I'm gonna run the score

The other kids on the court give me a shocked look

If only they knew some of the crazier shots that I took

I run up and down the court just like I'm D book

To get fancy hit a couple Kareem sky hooks

It was a blowout

Now all the kids on the court knew that I show out

got the stroke and the know how

The only thing that I didn't do was dunk

It's still true that some white men can't jump

We ran the court till the night sky came around

My name should be on the court on this side of the town

People still wish that I signed up for the team

But the years have passed on and my shot meter still green

Sittin on the side of the line I got next

A small white kid the other boys ain't impressed

They tell me to pass the ball and every shot i contest

It's like I'm playing in the East while they stuck playing in the west