Futuristic, Michael Minelli - 2K* lyrics

I like Shaquille in the paint
I'm like Curry with the range
I go Kareem on these hooks, man
Like King James through the lane
You better stay out of my way
Game time, switching gears on 'em
Promise I came here to play
I gotta rock it like Harden, either way I'm letting it spray
You see that I'm back on my bullshit
MJ, fade away on 'em
Never be trippin' like Pippen
You won't catch me sitting, I'm winning the game for 'em
Listen here, I got something to say
You think it's funny they counting me out?
I do not do this shit here for the clout
They say I got sold like I come from the south, man (Ayy)
This shit is getting ridiculous
Been like Demarcus Cousins with the attitude (What you say?)
Draymond with the mouth
'Cause keepin' it real, [?] your own team is mad at you (What you say?)
They say that's better, dude
I say let's [?] after week, keep it casual
I got no time for the half of you
Matter fact, go what you gotta do just to keep it a stack with you
They try to build me up just to turn around and tell me, "Go dumb it down"
Ain't myself [?], gotta run in time
Blessing your ears with another sound
They never got answers, they give me the runaround
I be like Ray-Ray, get right through them screens
Step up back on 'em, I'm hitting the three
Then celebrate with my team right beside me, listen
Let's keep it going like it's O.T
Don't tell me you can beat me, gotta show me
Got a heart like Kobe
You ain't gotta know me to see that I'm a killer like Reggie Miller
I hit the Larry on all of these birds
They say the flow is absurd
At this point I make it look easy like blowouts, I'm out of the game by the third

Hoop analogies is unmatched (Yeah)
Points on the board like a thumbtack (Ayy)
Like a slow cat, I get dumb scratch (Yeah)
I'm hard to handle like a tough pass, yo
I don't do fly but complaining (Uh-uh)
Came from the ground where the Rock made a statement (Uh-huh)
Ain't for the banks but no Carlton
I'm more like Will 'cause I ball in the hills of a placement, uh (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
See me a girl with a facelift (Ayy)
Courtside on a regular basis (Okay)
D-Book 'cause I ball in the desert (Whoo)
Know my game, at you at my location (Uh-hoo)
Hot shit, this country grammar hot
I lay the hammer then I'm off to the payment (Uh-hoo)
On the block and I'm taking shots
I pause later like I'm caught in the Matrix
Damn (Shit), I'm Shaq with it but number 32 (Uh-huh)
I be breaking glass but I left a penny for a million dollars and a better view (Mmm)
Selling hella jerseys, I mean every skill (Mmm)
And I'm flashy with it, skip to my loot (Yeah)
I'm JR Smith and my AR spit (Ayy)
And they here I click as we making moves (Ayy, hey)
Blaze a few with my shirt off (Ooh)
Lamborghini, I skirt off (Ooh)
Last dance make it to the room, it's a girl in there with her skirt off (Ooh)
Flu game, how the dude came, get hella cheese and I serve y'all (Ayy)
Usher Raymond, I'll burn y'all (That's [?])
Chris Andersen Bird called (Skrt)
Yeah, I think that I need me a shoe 'cause the game is impeccable
Get in the way and that's gon' be the death for you (Oh)
Rip you apart 'til there ain't nothing left of you (Oh, oh, oh)
Winning the chip is the only thing left to do (Woah, woah)
Something like wrestle the coach and the player (Uh, uh)
You know one touch so I'm dunking with muscle (Woah, woah)
The captain, the baller, the star and the anchor (Uh)

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