If only Jigga could decoded the secret to restoring Bron’s hairline.
With that being said just like Russel Westbrook’s shirts, Lebron is making sure the cameras see him reading books. Subliminal attention whoring, but whatever works.
Biggest series of the King’s life, so I suggest he repeats these lyrics from Jay and walk out on the court like Vince McMahon.
There’s never been a n***a this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop is hot
Or this strong
With so many different flows
This ones for this song
The next one I’ll switch up
This one will get bit up
These f*cks
To lazy to make up sh*t
They crazy
They don’t…paint pictures
They just trace me
You know what
Soon they forget who they plucked
They whole style from
And try to reverse the outcome
I’m like…CLUCK
I’m not a biter
I’m a writer
For myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse I’m only biggin up my brother
Biggin up my borough
I’m big enough to do it
I’m that thorough
Plus i know my own flow is foolish
So the rings and things you sing about
Bring em out
It’s hard to yell when the bar-rel’s in your mouth
I’m in…New sneakers
Deuce seaters
A few Diva’s
What more can i tell you
Let me spell it for you
W-I-Double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I’m back for more
New Yorks ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up