All the beats I rap on, better than any one you're using
The song ain't even start yet bitch and you're already looking stupid
Paying someone else you don't know shit about producing
I just barely spit my verse yet you're at the bottom f*cking losing
Got them crooked glasses got no hands and missing baskets
Ain't that easy when you suck gonna have to double practice
Haven't made the team you spend your time up in the bleachers
Ankles broken on the court those same old Nike hand me down sneakers
Never make the NBA sit and warm the bench
Thought I was just a pussy rapper but you left once it got intense
So write your shitty bars walk into your closet
Go and press record pull your phone outside your pocket
Spit your worthless words turn that to a shitty song
F*ck a D1 title that means nothing think you dope but you wrong
This the shit that happens when you dissing on the chink
Our records 1 and 0 and looks like I'm the one in lead
YCK - RIP to the NBA Dream Lyrics
YCK - RIP to the NBA Dream Lyrics
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All the beats I rap on, better than any one you're using
The song ain't even start yet bitch and you're already looking stupid
Paying someone else you don't know shit about producing
I just barely spit my verse yet you're at the bottom f*cking losing
Got them crooked glasses got no hands and missing baskets
Ain't that easy when you suck gonna have to double practice
Haven't made the team you spend your time up in the bleachers
Ankles broken on the court those same old Nike hand me down sneakers
Never make the NBA sit and warm the bench
Thought I was just a pussy rapper but you left once it got intense
So write your shitty bars walk into your closet
Go and press record pull your phone outside your pocket
Spit your worthless words turn that to a shitty song
F*ck a D1 title that means nothing think you dope but you wrong
This the shit that happens when you dissing on the chink
Our records 1 and 0 and looks like I'm the one in lead
The song ain't even start yet bitch and you're already looking stupid
Paying someone else you don't know shit about producing
I just barely spit my verse yet you're at the bottom f*cking losing
Got them crooked glasses got no hands and missing baskets
Ain't that easy when you suck gonna have to double practice
Haven't made the team you spend your time up in the bleachers
Ankles broken on the court those same old Nike hand me down sneakers
Never make the NBA sit and warm the bench
Thought I was just a pussy rapper but you left once it got intense
So write your shitty bars walk into your closet
Go and press record pull your phone outside your pocket
Spit your worthless words turn that to a shitty song
F*ck a D1 title that means nothing think you dope but you wrong
This the shit that happens when you dissing on the chink
Our records 1 and 0 and looks like I'm the one in lead
Writer: YCK
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