N.B.A. (feat. TroyTheRapper)

Ask them why do they hate me, why do they hate me Guess they mad cuz they ain't me, mad cuz they ain't me Go through things that they can't see, things that they can't see Need a bundle of them benjees, bundle of them benjees I'm ballin' like the NBA We gon' set it off, we gon' fade-away 23, no MJ See it's grindin' 'til we gettin' paid Stack it up, hold up Let me count it up They in here, but ain't showin' us love B17 watch over us Look, I didn't have nothin Now I'm tryin' to find a way, always onto somethin' Now they tryin' to ride my wave cuz I'm onto somethin' Shoot, somethin' told me I was onto somethin' And my momma told me never run from nothin' So I need some new keys with a couple hundred Cuzzo locked, bangin Bs, he was gettin' money Remember nights we couldn't eat, had to figure somethin' Ask them why do they hate me, why do they hate me Guess they mad cuz they ain't me, mad cuz they ain't me Go through things that they can't see, things that they can't see Need a bundle of them benjees, bundle of them benjees See I'm ballin' like the NBA We gon' set it off, we gon' fade-away 23, no MJ See it's grindin' 'til we gettin' paid. I don't have no time for it, Real stuff, sad I'm tired of all of this Blowin' up they already know what time it is Touch me, God gon' shine a light on all of this Pray the Lord, to put his hands on me So my light can shine bright for the world to see Even though I know I came from a dying breed Number 5 out of 10, on my momma see I ain't doin' no pump faking, give you all of me Cross you up you ain't really with the starting team It's a must gotta get it for my family It's a must gotta get it for my family Ask them why do they hate me, why do they hate me Guess they mad cuz they ain't me, mad cuz they ain't me Go through things that they can't see, things that they can't see Need a bundle of them benjees, bundle of them benjees See I'm ballin' like the NBA We gon' set it off, we gon' fade-away 23, no MJ See it's grindin' 'til we gettin' paid Remember me goin' so hard 'til my shots wouldn't fall out the rim And now they gettin' mad I don't call But you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym So I gotta put my backpack on And pass that song The Midas touch the reason why I last so long You ain't handle what you could when you had that long So pass me the torch and I'ma let you know I'm sorry But I'm on and I can't wait Though they wanna take my place But I can't go, they need my wave And that's what keep me with no brakes Know I still dream about nights we pray And there was long, don't know where we ate Had to get us all a play to the NBA Ask them why do they hate me, why do they hate me Guess they mad cuz they ain't me, mad cuz they ain't me Go through things that they can't see things that they can't see Need a bundle of them benjees bundle of them benjees See I'm ballin' like the NBA We gon' set it off, we gon' fade-away 23, no MJ See it's grindin' 'til we gettin' paid