Larry Bird ft. Jerome The Prince Lyrics

It takes more than intellect to be a musician

Put your soul in

Oh yeah this is perfect

Shooting like I'm Larry Bird

Bitch I don't miss, I just hit the swish

Swear I turn her on, it's like I hit the switch

Stressing on the daily, cause it's crazy how fucking wild this business is

Murdering the beat, leaving no witnesses

How'd I go from eating spam

To ordering dishes that I can't pronounce

Haters hating on me, y'all pathetic man without a doubt

You are fucking goofy surrounded by rap's Mickey Mouse

Still you broke as fuck with no cheddar inside your bank account

It ain't about the money though, rap is in my blood

I remember making music, and they said it was a dud

I remember working forty fucking hours at my job

Getting home one in the morning, but the working never stopped

I would fire up that Logic Pro, working till' the sun up

What you know about the sacrifice and struggle of the come up

I didn't get here overnight, nothing fucking sprung up

The future of the game my fucking name better be brung up

Yeah

Shooting like I'm Larry Bird

Ey yo, shooting like I'm Larry Bird

Shoot threes get birds

Larry's world

Bitches flirt while I just work

Larry's words

I got them threes up my sleeve I could steal your girl easily

Easily, I'm doing this shit breezily

But never ever peacefully

I talk mad shit on the frequently

But I back it up even recently

When you said, I ain't gonna fuck your girl

Unbelievably I did it anyways, cause I said so

I bet bro, that I will conquer the fucking world in my Benzo

Stick to the metro

I came out with some sick folks

Sick flows, outta my mouth, while you need mentos

Everywhere I go, I fucking killed it since the get-go

People about to see with this album

That I ain't playing

This ain't just a hobby

I do it cause I love it, like Dobby

I'mma protect this game from lobby, from the big doggies

Like Ronny Weasley, got that fire

I ain't no liar, got desire like Pharoahe Monch

I don't need no blunts like Snoop Doggy Dog

Got that energy in my soul, I'm like Kennedy with the folks

Been through the rainy days up in Stoke

And even those couldn't make me fold, no

Shooting like I'm Larry Bird

Ey yo, shooting like I'm Larry Bird

Shoot threes get birds

Larry's world

Bitches flirt while I just work

Larry's words

I got them threes up my sleeve I could steal your girl easily

Easily, I'm doing this shit breezily

But never ever peacefully

I talk mad shit on the frequently

But I back it up

But I back it up

Yeah, but I back it up