NBA Jam

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Feel like Jordan, it's a jam
 Bitch I'm scoring like I'm playing for the Rams
 Complicated, I don't think you understand
 I tried to tell 'em who the fuck I really am
 I told them niggas I'm a blunt smoking
 Big dope, it's still going round
 High roller, elevated off the fucking ground
 Big timer, take a picture, bitch look at me now
 Still shining, feel that pressure when I come around
 Bitch, you busted
 Can't be trusted
 That's that ODB
 Niggas dusted
 I be dunking, shit be jumping
 I've been putting noting [?]
 You residing with them rats, *spits*, that's disgusting
 For the record little bitch, I'm photogenic
 Hopped out like who up in it?
 Popped out like who ain't finished?
 Came through looking too authentic
 Had the blow, put the truth all in it
 Selling lies, nigga who defending?
 This shit's real low, it ain't dependent
 Motherfuck opinions
 Dealing with the incidentals
 Trying not to lose my mental
 It's quite eventful
 Feel like Jordan, it's a jam
 Bitch I'm scoring like I'm playing for the Rams
 Complicated, I don't think you understand
 I tried to tell 'em who the fuck I really am
 I told them niggas I'm a blunt smoking
 Big dope, it's still going round
 High roller, elevated off the fucking ground
 Big timer, take a picture, bitch look at me now
 Still shining, feel that pressure when I come around
 I'm on TV
 Make a mill', I spend it all
 What you thinking?
 I've been shining pretty hard
 I'm on bling bling
 Check my stats, it's pretty wild
 Care less how you feel about it
 Need that deuce deuce, new Ferrari
 Yeah I black it out like I'm Nosferatu
 My vision clear like I'm Nostradamus
 My hunger kill like I'm Jeffrey Dahmer
 You disappear, turn into a goner
 I plead the fifth on this case, your Honor
 I push this shit like it's not a problem
 If this a race, then I'm running proudly
 Bet I skate right the fuck around them, on God
 Feel like Jordan, it's a jam
 Bitch I'm scoring like I'm playing for the Rams
 Complicated, I don't think you understand
 I tried to tell 'em who the fuck I really am
 I told them niggas I'm a blunt smoking
 Big dope, it's still going round
 High roller, elevated off the fucking ground
 Big timer, take a picture, bitch look at me now
 Still shining, feel that pressure when I come around
 

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Duration
03:00
Key
8
Tempo
138 BPM

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