Jerseys

Fuck a demon, got two angels on my shoulders, like Ohtani and Trout

Can't play with paper, they could never Origami me out

A little fog, a little vapor, but my eyes never cloud

We see a snake and we gon' trade him, I can't keep em' around

They leech all of the love, you set a pick, I'm changing fits

And then I'm greening the dunks, like three, four on the bucks

Learn to never turn my back again, I walk with a hunch

Notre Dame, different jerseys, different stains, where the blade made a cut

Know it come to different stakes, when you play the game with us

They want beef, we give it braised like we packing up a lunch