LISTEN UP Lyrics

You niggas know who the king of the Fort

A spot shooter from the wing while y'all just dream of sport

It's crazy how king of the hill grew into seizing the courts

And I ain't lost a game in weeks they tryna even the score

Yes I am Julius Caesar but shit don't seem like it's war

Laughing with Makwolf and thinking back on the teams we've destroyed

And when he swinging his cleaver that's when they singing of course

I close my eyes I hear them scream I still don't feel the remorse

I sleep to Lamborghini dreams, wake up to weed getting torched

I see you married to the game I'll help you speed your divorce

She say she love me I don't trust it, man I've seen this before

They keep begging TRICITO please!? Why won't you be mi amor?

See I'm a mack mamacita, the chicas feed my demeanor

I swear my bitch is an angel, I turned my back on the demons for sure

Believe this, the fundamentals I bleed them

The plays changed you can easily make the team if you sing on a chorus

It's despicable, I pray to God I get rid of you

Euro step on ya neck while you travel, charged and your pivot moved

You so ignorant but any who, this penmanship will kill any crew

Ankle break, skate with any move as I cruise to the buckets

Hit the showers then interviews, hear the praise and get ridiculed

My opponents got shit to lose so my mood been like fuck em

It's even splits when we getting loot, that CEO shit with Kritical

I'm eating pussy for dinner too, guess that's you and your woman (She was pusillanimous)

I told my mama.... man hold up I ain't like how I came on the beat, I ain't through, I ain't through

I told my mama I thank the Savior she raised a player

Not from the Himalayas, not the ones with the feather hats and gold teeth with the fuchsia gators

I keep a crooked smile with a durag to wrap my waves up

God showed us the gift of loyalty, I think that's how He made us

We don't consult with traitors, we stay with the team we started with ‘til they fuckin' trade us

Eyes closed at foul line or I work on my touch for lay ups

I cut my grass from snakes and they slither, pray on my failures

And I watch you spiteful niggas, I never liked you I'm not a yes man to hype you niggas

You play with fire get burnt that's why I don't light the bridges

I might get slimy and talk on how I one night you bitches!

So please watch your temper with me, I got the women y'all want, you might wanna listen to me, I've shown I'm best in the league

LF til I'm dead in a creek, them buzzer beater shots I'm a pro at

They like don't wanna see us win, I feel like Kodak and you know that

Ever since I can remember I been poppin my collar