B-Ballin' Old School

Manchild , growing up as an asphalt wild out on the streets , takin' the heat , every now and then , gettin' my beat earnin' respect , every little speck stripes on my neck , head strong.....game on... Where the motto , " no blood , no foul " everythang but bitin' , all is allowed rooster struttin' , straight cuttin' head buttin' , thick skinned short lived , little boy's playpen no room for romper , get played by a stomper elbow's to hip's , sweat and grit game is the same no matter where we play it all the big ballers talkin' it up loud all the whip's whippin' their bumpin' sounds You give it , you get it no soft play out here take it strong to the hole or , sit over there , where the females be hangin' , what a sexy crowd cat callin' cutie booties rootin' us on " get off my jock girl !! " , it's flight time gonna take this fool beyond inside , outside , the game doesn't change only the score at the end of the day Slappin' and dappin' , " much love bruh , next time " we're only combatants inside these white lines leave it all on the court , tommorrows another day i'll try to be a good sport , as i remember your battle way's......