Courtside (Evil J0rdan Freestyle)

[Verse]

Uh, tickets to see you fall down, it wouldn't be empty seats

If I came through the door now, then I would be MVP

Instrumentals you walked down, you should have just kept it G

We all know niggas owe me well, the hood'll collect the fee

Flow is connected to P's, a little fenny and ecstasy

24 hours a cent of a dog, I'm what the directors need

Shit you can do when your number gets called, you can expect to bleed

All of these years and none of you balls will fuck your respect for me

Need for TV screens, big chains and 3D rings

Big rooms, the BB King, sick tunes on CDs

Run down on me, we swing chairs hittin' veneers

Mainline drama, you shouldn't dare bring

Hear that? Ching-ching

Everybody's tough, that's EBT, then E2, that's BET

No brains or goals, they'll play the role, they train to go, that's TTG

Sore loser, I'ma take my ball and go home like DDG

Rapped about since DVDs, cash me out, no PPPs

Palm trees for my easy breeze, four seasons with freezy sleeves

Don't call when you need me please, more keys for my pleated jeans

Legacy, I'ma leave for Queens

Know what I mean?

Goals, they ain't gon' believe these things

You gotta dream

It's time to get rid of my four ways

I'm him when it's time to score

You lucky I'm not at my old ways, you would've been out the door

I'm soon to announce the tour, I don' evolved to entrepreneur

The bank can never be washed up, like everyday Janhvi Kapoor

For every time that you score, niggas'll count on you like Shakur

My road to success was pure, made up of avenues I explore

Remember your humble beginning, cause when you start winnin', the sights are sore

Artists depend on they garments that you gotta use and they'll wipe the floor

Flow God and these niggas ain't Mozart when I sip and paint

Come around and you get the fame

Crome heart in these bitches face

Killin' shit for so long

You ain't really go far, you don't get complaints

All professional talkers, stalkers, Bogard when we lift the gates

Banks