Lyrics It's Like Basketball - Mike

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Sucks ′cause he could've made bucks, he was hating
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Sucks ′cause he could've made

Sucks 'cause he could′ve made bucks, he was hating
Stuck by still, make much on the pavement
′Nough said, bro, heard your stuff, you was tasteless
Love left and I got up, got Mason
Puff cess and we get drunk on occasion
Lunging, tryna get up, tryna stay there
London, dealing with these [?], not vacation
Run them, but I gave up, not a gang clip
Four ones, let a nigga drop in the same year
Tour runs, gotta hit my box on the safe kit
2 train, used to help my aunt with the daycare
Food chains turned into guap, good placement
New day, headed to the top, not a grey hair
Headed to the top, not a grey hair, ayy

Ayy, could've made bucks, he was hating
Sucks ′cause he could've made bucks, he was hating
I′m still on the pavement, uh, I'm still getting payment
Sucks ′cause he could've made bucks, he was hating
I'm still on the pavement, uh, I′m still getting payment