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Out Yo League
作詞：Nicholas Bailey, Alviticus Bryant, Michael Gordon, Sedarius Spearman
I hustle nonstop, so much fatigue
Joe Montana plays, Phil Jackson rings
I'm so out yo league
I'm so out yo league
I hustle nonstop, so much fatigue
Joe Montana plays, Phil Jackson rings
I'm so out yo league
I'm so out yo league
Now I might be Rose, yeah, I'm out yo league
Number one seed, no need for no sword
F.L.Y. style music group all up in here with me like a rug
All my diamonds shinin', yo Fugazi look like foil
Come deep like the ocean, we gon' spout you out like oil
All they gon' find is yo head like the Oakland Raiders store
Michael Jordan rings, you cannot find these in stores
MVP, Hall of Fame, all of the above
I'm so out yo league, lord of the rings
Jacked up Benz, had a set like kings
Bouncin' on the wall, now money stacked tall
Now you know we goin' hard in the paint, Yao Ming
Wen we hit the club, now you know what's up
Everybody goin' nuts in this bitch like motherfuckin' Planters
Goons on the deck, that'll leave ya ass wet
Playin' Russian roulette, no Barry Sanders
Squad on fire, NBA Jammin'
B through the hoops, so I'm comin' in slammin'
Rammin' ho's, yeah you know we cause damage
Montana play's leave you niggas stay standin'
Nail in the coffin, still goin' hammer
Above average y'all just standard
Autopilot, I'm that guy
Myko McFly, and you're still landin'
I hustle nonstop, so much fatigue
Joe Montana plays, Phil Jackson rings
I'm so out yo league
I'm so out yo league
I hustle nonstop, so much fatigue
Joe Montana plays, Phil Jackson rings
I'm so out yo league
I'm so out yo league
Yo, the Geakz in a league of they own
A number one, top ten player whenever sport's in the home
Fill a potato, take a shot of Patron
So light, orders only, got my whole body known
I'm 'bout to lose it, goin' out but still goin' down
Slam dunkin' people, I don't even gotta jump
You still paper chasin', I don't even gotta run
I been outpost, and I don't even got a comb
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You know I'm lockin' down deep
I can hold down like the end of 2-3
Playin' so fly, put the game on me
Pull hard in the mouth, call it the big ease
Got old money, so the bread got yeast
I talk that shit, gimme bread on peas
Three dozen rings, and I playin' so deep
With a rock in my hand, the game's on me
The other team, they can't compete, we hold the ball
We're so wide, so deep, we're something like Batman Jones
Joe Montana plays, touchdown, I'm in my zone
Poppin' stupid bottles, takin' rosé to the dome, I'm so home
Vanessa rust the wheels, stupid thing
They've realigned the punt, I'm still MVP of the league
There no jelly ball, call me Rollins S. Pardee
Commissioner calling, I think we got another ring
I hustle nonstop, so much fatigue
Joe Montana plays, Phil Jackson rings
I'm so out yo league
I'm so out yo league
I hustle nonstop, so much fatigue
Joe Montana plays, Phil Jackson rings
I'm so out yo league
I'm so out yo league
Yo, yo, hey I'm in it for the win
Nonstop until we win a shelf
Four niggas violatin'
Newspaper, you know I give you clips
Y'all tryna get laid, I'm chasing chills
Like I gotta listen
I'm tryna see if S & P on that Fortune 500 list
Playin' for money good enough
But boy, you got a hunk of shit
We swingin' for the fences, dawg
I ain't with that buntin' shit
And we rockin' jet like Houston got not pulse
We got the launchin' shit
And Oakland fly, homeboy
We got what y'all, so niggas hum to this
I hustle nonstop, so much fatigue
Joe Montana plays, Phil Jackson rings
I'm so out yo league
I'm so out yo league
I hustle nonstop, so much fatigue
Joe Montana plays, Phil Jackson rings
I'm so out yo league
I'm so out yo league
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