Book 1 ft. J-Billion Lyrics

Yea man Swoosh Pack

Homage to the classics and the memories

This the wave I been on since ever since

I'm good chillin

Reading Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition from '94

Slam Magazine from '96

Shout out Ceerock

Spy Music Mega Mall

Wavy Dream Team

Vanity

WBz

All the crews man

Let's get to these raps though

I need that Berlina Black NSX by ACURA

I'm stacking racks like Yakima

Book 1s on the pedal as I'm backing up

Out the garage

Ya'll down bad and I'm down for the cause

I'm addicted to the bank but I'm not having withdrawals

Just more deposits

And you won't see VR on my optics

Rather put a beam on the glock, that Cyclops blick

And I'm working on a bomb that ima hit all of my ops with

No Oppenheimer

Burning rubber then I swap the tires

You got squares in your circle like a waffle iron

All these rappers probably liars

Leave me not inspired

Still step up to the plate, '98 Mark McGwire

Respect my time, that's all I require

Like I gathered church singers look at all I acquired

I'm a simple man with exquisite taste

Billion bout to swoop me up, and we finna win the race

Remove the roof let the 'Vette ventilate

Wavy Dream Team on time but we just a little late

My style's gorgeous

Giants fitted lookin like some wild orchids

Book 1s off the court I'm too sporty

We some real super villains Four Horsemen

Steez

My style's gorgeous

Got the engine running like some wild horses

Book 1s off the court I'm too sporty

The movie getting good, no spoilers

Yo I got a mismatch, coach call a timeout

Premey with the Palace while I lax and eat a salad

I had to write a ballad for my love of the game

These losers do it all for some views and some fame

From outside playin' sports smellin' musty

Giants cap broke off while I'm steezin' like I'm Dusty

I had the XV's a year before they came out

Webber on the Dubs you ain't gotta call a timeout

I'm tryna cop those colossal size A. Kais

Wave comin' live from Frisco we like the Great Whites

What's the hype, bet we dead that shit

What's the price, bet a muhfucka paid that shit

If it's fast put up Pinks we don't want yo hoe

Get put on a tall tee tryna step to bro

Had his ankles lookin' weak this my lazy flow

Allen I tall tee with the ill cornrows

Think I left my steez in yo bitch house 'scuse me

WDT let the clip off, uzi

Hit 'em with the cross like I'm Hot Sauce, Ooh Wee

40 on his dome like I'm Shawn Kemp stupid

My style's gorgeous

Giants fitted lookin like some wild orchids

Book 1s off the court I'm too sporty

We some real super villains Four Horsemen

Steez

My style's gorgeous

Got the engine running like some wild horses

Book 1s off the court I'm too sporty

The movie getting good, no spoilers

Shoot Your Shot Records let's fuckin go