LEBRON JAMES Lyrics

Smokin' on that pack and I can't even feel my face

LBG, we smoke a blunt and then we go to outer space

Free Lil Tay-K, I'm about to do the race

Pull up, wet yo block, and then I leave without a trace

I whip the Vette like I'm Ferro but I ain't finna crash

Diamond ring up on my finger but I'm married to that cash

I'm smokin' on some pressure, I ain't smoking on no grass

And I chief the fuck out of a blunt before I pass

I was high as fuck, chillin' in the back of class

Police pull up on me but they never found the stash

I smoke you like a wood and I turn you into ash

And your shawty gave me neck, long time like a giraffe

FHB so lame, LBG we winning

How could I be sad when all this money got me grinning?

I'm sippin' on that Hennessy, that shit that got me spinning

LBG, the album, but this only the beginning

I smoke on this pressure with the gang

I can't even see because the money in the way

My new whip 100K

Why you trippin' Bitch, I made that shit today

Why you trippin' Bitch, I gotta make a play

I'm runnin' through some bands every motherfuckin' day

Bought a fast car cause we gotta get away

I can never chase a bitch, I'm always on a paper chase

Smokin' pressure to the face

Bitch, I'm higher than a motherfuckin' plane

LBG and 23, that's LeBron James

I said LBG and 23 and bitch, we gettin' paid

Think she into me, I don't know what to say

Told that bitch I got that crib up on the lake

Not a baker, but bitch, I'm getting cake

And they think it's funny how I'm laughin' to the bank

I got money in the bank, money in the safe

Run up on me wrong and I'ma open up your face

We plead not guilty, yeah, the lawyer beat the case

We do the race and we not talkin' bout Tay-K

I'm gettin' baked while I'm gettin' cake

Started from the bottom, bitch, I feel like Drake

Yeah, that boy, he died right there where he lay

Ballin' in the paint, bitch, I feel like James

20, 23, y'all gon' know my name

FHB, they lame, they ain't got no aim

I got all this ice up on me, bitch, I feel like Aang

I roll up that gas and then I take it to the brain

Boy your music so I throw that shit away

I don't give a fuck about a single thing you say

What you made last month, bitch, I made that shit today

Racin' to that money bitch I'm never second place.