Текст песни G League - SoupKoola

Dont play wit me baby
Play wit yo mammy
I walk it like I talk it
Kant naan say that they ran me
I even dap up my own family
So there aint shit that you can hand me
Circle small so I Kan keep it short when accepting my grammy dammit
I guess I gotta give a toast
Oven on preheat kus I like my bread by the loaf
Doctors said they dont know how I made it past 24
But here I am and there they go while they rolling on rocky roads
I was taught the game should always be sold never told
But these days they fold and serve it a la mode
Got that Irvin in they nose
So I suppose another dose would just leave them with more closed (Clothed)
Without a cold
Its always what they want and not what we need
Guess im the last of a dying species
Kut from a kloth that they love to Play-off like the G League
No matter how big I get my TJones still kall me Heedy

I had to make them my ex for them to support me
What I reflect isn't a flex move accordingly
Record and keep soaring above all who were for aborting me
They forward me orchards knowing they ordered beef
Hired help just to kourt the weak
I dont play I quit school kus of recess
Its like we turn to food whenever we stress
Kus my pockets full and my teeth wet
They say the best offense is a good defense
But ima deep threat
Took a wrong turn and knew it right away
Bridges burned on old koncerns I hope they find a way
Greet em like a tidal wave
Their grieve is sure to rot away
While fiending for the right to say and pray for brighter days
We all just tryna namaste
Its always what they want and not what we need
Guess im the last of a dying species
Kut from a kloth that they love to Play-off like the G League
No matter how big I get my TJones still kall me Heedy