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I'm out here shooting three's
Balling on my enemies
In my own league
Can't hear what they telling me
Out here shooting three e e's
Distant from my enemies
They hope I blow the lead
But they can't keep me from victory
C'est la vie
That's just life
May not be
What you expected
Not for me
I just want the finer things
Just a few designer things
I just want sex success
And some diamond chains
Tryna see it all through Cartier frames
Really (really)
Solo (solo)
Nobody with me
Catch me on the court
Y'all ain't even in the building
You could watch me on the telly (telly)
I (I)
Did it the Hardaway
Like Penny
Just one amongst few not many
Know they ain't ready I'm well on my way
I'll be there soon and I'm not here to play
I'm feeling vicious and rather malicious
I swear that nobody is safe
Shooting three's
Balling on my enemies
In my own league
Can't hear what they telling me
Out here shooting three e e's
Distant from my enemies
They hope I blow the lead
But they can't keep me from victory
No rhyme no reason
Long as I'm breathing
It's my season
Money increasing
Pockets deepen
I done turned FL to FL pieces
Guess I'm half decent
Ruined y'all thesis
Everything peaches
Everything peachy
Everything Gucci
Catch me out in Fiji
Sipping on Fiji
All of ya'll beneath me
You can not reach me
Real thorough
Out of the box in my free world
Poolside with your dream girl
Getting mine no deferral
It's my time
Won't stop 'til I'm top 5
I'm out here shooting three's
Balling on my enemies
In my own league
Can't hear what they telling me
Out here shooting three e e's
Distant from my enemies
They hope I blow the lead
But they can't keep me from victory
Watch as I rise
Like the sun in the morning (morning)
Sitting up high (high)
Just know I ain't falling (falling)
I came to win not here to lose
Championship victory moves
You said I couldn't
I wouldn't break through
Looks like I did it what you couldn't do
New thang's
In a black Lamb like i'm Bruce Wayne
Do it for kick's like Lou Kang
Know I'ma triumph like Wu Tang
Mad cause I'm everything that you ain't
Most of y'all lost like loose change
Most of y'all fake like toupée's
Y'all two faced It's too late
I'm far too great
Shooting three's
Balling on my enemies
In my own league
Can't hear what they telling me
Out here shooting three e e's
Distant from my enemies
They hope I blow the lead
But they can't keep me from victor
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