[Verse 1: YL]
It's Y
Roper Williams
Yeah, birdsfly
It's nothin' like the first time
We can't go back, I wish I could reverse time
Remember when we fought that night it was the worst time
You said the worst things as if I did the worst crime
I got player in my blood, I been cursed by
Don't be tryna ride the wave when I surf by
Yeah, yo free Max B
Free the wave
Back the fuck up you just tryna come up with me when the sun is up
There ain't no trophies for the runner up
Big bling like a super bowl ring
I'm not used to those things
Play the loop very smooth on the strings
Game 7 put it all on the line
Young boy but I'm old school like Karl Kani (remember that shit?)
It's like we'll never get December, or November
YL, somethin' like a semi-pro
I'm not gonna be around forever gotta let me go
If it's weighin' heavy on yo' mental you should let me know
I'm not even close to being finished, I got plenty mo'
Roper on the beat like I'm strollin' down the street
I'ma hold it down for me while I'm rollin' out the weed
Please, gimme just a little bit more space, five feet
Hit the shot, half a second on the clock
I'm just gettin' what I got, I'ma set it off a lot
I'm a set it off like Queen Latif-
I need a breather, either stay with me or you could leave you know
I told coach that I gotta ball, I wasn't made for bench
I wasn't made for the sideline, it's primetime
Ain't no sixth man, I'm like Melo with the wristband
I came back wit' a big plan
Game 7 shit
Finals
MVP trophies
Know what I'm sayin'? Ain't no prize for that third place shit
Ain't no second places