Lyrics Hoop Dreams - Sage the Gemini , Yhung T.O.

My mama wanted me to be a baller but I ball a different way
I look at my Rolex, say it′s time to get this cake
I throw all this money but it never fade away
Uh, hoop dreams

I used to shoot the rock until my nigga sold the rock
They try to block my shot, I'm taking rollies out the box
I used to go to practice just to work on my defence
Red and white jersey, red and white mean hit the fence
I was outside, tryna make another way
To cut the water off that soap shit that the NBA won′t play
I'm tryna see a cheque tack back, let it stack
'Cause it′s a long time before I see a contract
Mama, I can′t help it, shit is getting real now
I know you want me in a jersey but we got these bills now
I know you want me on the court and not to visit me in court
I got you girl, just be a good sport

My mama wanted me to be a baller but I ball a different way
I look at my Rolex, say it's time to get this cake
I throw all this money but it never fade away
Uh, hoop dreams

What the fuck I look like going bassline
With this forty on my waste line?
What the fuck I look like going bassline
With this forty on my waste line?
Shorty at my phone all the time
Tryna fuck me, that′s a waste of time
Shorty at my phone all the time,
Tryna fuck me, that's a waste of time

Sometimes I still feel like a hooper, how I ball on niggas
Talking summertime to winter and to fall on niggas
I remember back when I couldn′t even call on niggas
So tell me how I'm really ′posed to feel
What the fuck I look like wasting all my time?
I got money on my line
Still keep forty on my hip
How to make forty on my mind,
I make forty in a day,
So I need eighty for my turn
She ain't a dud
What the fuck I look like talking to a nine
I've been in and out my mind but I′m back up on my shit
Tryna get some niggas past us but they back up on my list
Mama, look what I cup, she always knew that I′d be rich
Now I rap and don't play ball but I′m still balling in this bitch

My mama wanted me to be a baller but I ball a different way
I look at my Rolex, say it's time to get this cake
I throw all this money but it never fade away
Uh, hoop dreams

What the fuck I look like going bassline
With this forty on my waste line?
What the fuck I look like going bassline
With this forty on my waste line?
Shorty at my phone all the time
Tryna fuck me, that′s a waste of time
Shorty at my phone all the time,
Tryna fuck me, that's a waste of time