Pass The Roc

(Hook x2)

Hoop life, don't tryna post up, you can't make the shot

Hall of fame playas don't miss a lot

I'm ballin' in the game without takin' shots

I assist and I pass the roc

(Verse)

I pass the roc like Atino Movi

Bitchy with the Glock like Raymond Felton

I bet she did sumth, I bet she hurt his heart

Ball in the game, too hard in the dark

Stay there, I make ya, feel like ya can't talk

Confesses is the dark, I'm professin' my pro'lems

I'm with my team-mates before the game

Strategize a plan, cause we gotta win

If we lose, we try again

One shot, finna drive again

And believe in myself, yea, cause we gotta win

I'mma drive again, if you gotta win

Hit the load on the bus

Yeah, you can fly with them

Tryna show peace, but I show peace before my piece

Nobody care when you're deceased

Live to the fullest, not behind the silver bullet

Niggas ain't gon' feed shit

Blood boyz, I ain't gon' try to talk

I'm just talkin' to my agent, and playn for a new team

I'm really bout lean, fuck niggas scared of every day

Noose shaken up, no one prepared for it

You feel me? This is all good, I'm gettin' good messages

On the jet, rubbin' my hands, this is money

That nigga showin' respect

Shout out to my agent tryna parlor a check

You know we gettin' reps

I got scouts lookin' at me, bitch, I'm the best

(Hook x2)

Hoop life, don't tryna post up, you can't make the shot

Hall of fame playas don't miss a lot

I'm ballin' in the game without takin' shots

I assist and I pass the roc