High Expectations

Yo yo check it

Unattached and calm sundaes and pills

I palmwith intentions to make it to the league

Intrigued by two letter cars

SE's and G

S'sesOn the court niggaz

I leave like messages

Plagued by this ball player exorcist

It's sort of foul how the world be reffin us

Kenny is our

Moses in this five on five

ExodusFor the game of life full courts ain't preppin us

Schools want me but the ghost of

Manigault haunts me

Plus they wanna crib me, way out in the country

I'm city like street lights and some games that be fights

Never worked on my left so it's hard to be right

Either rich poor or

Mike is who

I wanna be like

Story of many black males that

I refuse to rewrite

Yo, brothers opinions is

Bias-ed, like

Lenthat I'll end up like

Ben, Wilson, still some pretend to be friends

Beneath the grin

I see the ?gin spoke up and assure a?

More so than my soul, my jump shot is purer

People play juror,

I witness the fall of legends

Once was the joint now they restin got a

God given present

My gallant talent is like a magictrick turned by a chick with a bad habit

Opportunity to move

I grab itMe and my moms have static, now

I wreak Hennesey and havoc

Man to man talks with

Kenny, send me to a zone

Been on my own for so long, my vocal tone's grown

Competition gets blown like speakerswhen

I cross her like

Jesus out of bleachers, broads and beepers

Yeah I boogey it's all good, but it could be better

Want to stay eighteen forever

But now I stay on point like

Rod in this

Strickland

If Brooklyn courts was the canvas, then

I would be the big man

From thoughts that pennies bring,

I assemble teams like the

Kenny Kings

Think fast over breaks, dialect

I'm dribbling

Remembering, night posters of

Moses and the

Supreme Court

Realizing, that rap and life are team sports

I follow deep thoughts

Moves never perceived thought lyrical

Johnny Cochrancause of the way

I free thought

The system make a nigga think to make it that he need sportsor either to the tip he gotta resortmy seed'll be taught to start his own

In the, George

Carter zone

Don't wanna be a dope

MC living in his momma's home

Or speaking to my fans in a starving artist tone

Unknown zones

I roam with mind architechter

Spark the lecture, emphasizing to let

God direct ya