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