Won't Trade

[Intro: Sample]

Welcome to 'All Sports, All Day.' Today on the program, trade talks continue in New York City, but it doesn't disturb his productivity on the field

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]

(Now that I know what it is, boy)

For your epitaph, niggas laugh

Chicks steady gas your ass, siphoning out your cash

Seein' the door, the flash, while I stay enclosed

Walkin' out in my clothes, she says—

(I wouldn't trade it for nothing)

You motherfuckin' right

Wantin' this shit every night, finish up, I hold her tight

Wearin' feelings on my sleeve even when I had to leave

Cooler than the evening breeze—do you believe? (Gotta believe!)

(I wouldn't trade it for nothing)

The Division I leader in the rebound with numerous shorties

Off the post, goin' coast to coast, she on the hardwood

Sub, I'm out the game, she sayin', "Nah, he good", I mean

(I wouldn't trade it for nothing)

For no amount of dough

Franchise this man, give him all the things you can

Think long-term plans, he be bringin' in the fans

Front-page magazine, listen to this lady scream:

(I wouldn't trade it for nothing, b—)

'Cause she know what's better for her

Toppin' in the peckin' order, fluid like the runnin' water

Nicest nigga? Kinda-sorta

When he scream, it's just a slaughter, no matter the quarter

I get it (I wouldn't trade it for nothing)

The clubhouse king, battin' practice, slug and swing

Gametime's anything, when I'm in, you're 'bout a minute

Holdin' the bat, it's good as fact

She's out the park, ain't comin' back, she sayin'—

(I wouldn't trade it for nothing)

Everywhere you sit, you get a good view of the ballplayer and all

And the Famous Hall inevitably will make a call

Hangin' memorabilia from your walls—this is why you can't trade me

(I wouldn't trade it for nothing)

[Press Conference Interlude 2]

When asked about the trade rumors, he simply replied that he's just here to produce, to put forth the best effort for his team

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]

(Now that I know what it is, boy)

You can put your money on a sure thing

Certain profits would it bring

Ceremonies are the ringer in the White House thing

Clear your mantle, the trophies I bring, do you wanna trade?

(I wouldn't trade it for nothing)

'Cause in the end, as a teammate

You're lookin' for a back shoot, and go-to ball

Leaves it all on the floor, always lookin' to score

Pep talks in the locker-room, this is why you sing this tune:

(I wouldn't trade it for nothing)

And injuries can't make me sit out, I ball 'til you get out

Hook-off, no di-doubt, and all like get out

I train for the pressure and come out fresher

Equipped for the game, you know my name, it makes me better

A cheer for the whole team, let's go for the whole thing

The ballad that you're holding, MVP voting

And I represent the sentiment you're emoting, as you say—

(I wouldn't trade it for nothing)

The physical ability with mental capability

Legitimately places me inside of your vicinity

And I ain't really seein' me vacatin' this community

I'm stayin' here (I wouldn't trade it for nothing, b—)

I'm glad that you feel this way, here's where I like to play

I need to hear it everyday, they cheer for me, say, "Olé!"

Wait a minute, "Andale?" I dunno, but anyway

(I wouldn't trade it for nothing)

[Outro: Sample]

"There was a lot of talk, there was buzz, and your name came up in the—in the trade rumors. Uh, how seriously did you take that?"

"Uh, uh, not serious at all, really"