Globetrottin

[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen, we are here for an incredible match-up. On the one side of the court, we have the high-flying, the young phenom, the globe-trotting Masego And the other side of the court, the perennial allstar, the one and only J. Period Let's go to the court folks [Verse 1: Masego] They got a problem, they gon' come to me I got that answer like that number three That boy don't ball, that boy can't ball he weak Leave all them tricks and things up in the streets [Chorus: Masego] Globe-trotting, long-legged, trash-talking Future legend, gone head Globe-trotting, long-legged, trash-talking Future legend, gone head What a spectacular move there from young Masego. This is truly a battle of the ages On the one hand, the young phenom Masego is cutting, slashing, and taking the ball to the hole in spectacular fashion On the other hand, J. Period, the wildly veteran training jumpers from every corner of the court Let's go back to the action folks [Verse 2: Masego] I know you know you ain't gon' get this dub I've been working for two-three summers bruh Don't make me hand you to the internet They'll meme you up and push you out the door [Chorus: Masego] Globe-trotting, long-legged, trash-talking Future legend, gone head Globe-trotting, long-legged, trash-talking Future legend, gone head [Verse 3: Shad] I'm at the court looking lame in these tear-aways stretching Yeah, it's fair to say I carry weights but my weapons I mean I like my carrot cake, marinate, still I can move like a pair of skates Imagine a fat Derek Rose, Hair like a black Larry David but handle like Stephan, and I shoot it like Steph can, with my left hand, holding court in my sweatpants, multiple sweatbands, face full of sweatglands And I got the best damn trash talk at the whole Y I'm that old guy punking you Wesley Snipes "White Men Can't Jump"in' you True Uncle Drew when I pump this shit You know I can't dunk but I pump fake then under you and one Never been number two I'm the dude that got every trick Got an elbow on every pick And yes I call every foul Every time you shoot I call out "Heavy Brick!" Just to get in your head a bit Head of yall, heavy set, five foot ten with a post game And I take up the whole lane No shame, tank top and a gold chain And a Utah jazz meets Coltrane Semi-pro meets propane Throw flames at the hoops with my slow game Looking like no game, but if you know game Then you know I'm no lame Future legend that's globetrotting Trash talking on a black top, I'm like a black Stockton 'Cept I don't really pass often, I just catch it and pop it - yo back off [Chorus: Masego] Globe-trotting, long-legged, trash-talking Future legend, gone head Globe-trotting, long-legged, trash-talking Future legend, gone head