Barry Sanders

[Intro: Paid in Full scene]

Tryna stay up out the light

Up out the spotlight

The club

And all that kinda stuff man

Tryna hide, tryna ignore

But its all fake

Understand what I’m sayin?

This life...

This game...

There ain’t no lovin it it don’t love you back

I feel your hate… I do man

But see man

A nigga like me man

I love the game

I love the hustle

Be feelin like one of them ball playin niggas you know

Like Bird, Magic or somethin

Yeah you know a nigga got dough, a nigga could lead the league

But if I leave…

The fans still gon love me man?

[Verse 1]

I need your admiration for infinity

Not that this ain't lucrative, but I just need your energy

I got the passion to please, I will not gasp or fatigue

And the way I'm ballin, gimme a Grammy or Danny O'B

Standing OV, let these bitches follow me

And I just give them D, give them D like they is out the league

Hasheem Thabeet and various other peoples

The pressures of greatness always comes with critiquing

Newest of sneakers, you consuming the bleachers

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Double-M G up, we up, y'all just relax

See uh, all my females show bust, Curtis Enis

Nittany Lion, my Penn State it, niggas recite it

I'm Michael Jordan major, you niggas Harold Miner

Pussy be all on me, we too young for romancin'

My niggas never block, I think I'm Barry Sanders

[Verse 2]

Vic Page never made it, Len Bias never made it

See God gave us the talent, but the devil make us famous

My effort is contagious, so check this BOA shit

With this recording I'm as sick as Jordan before Game 6

Jazz talkin, I bet I pick and roll with your bitch

You got some paper for me? Hit me on the Hornacek

Walter Payton Mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Hold on my pupils slowing, I don't got no lazy eye

Kicking flows, pockets about as thick as strippers on poles

Zone blocking with these bitches, I'm just picking a hole

Pardon that jargon but since I'm balling they getting salty

They all catching feelings, I should Biletnikoff 'em

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

Man, you Olowokandi I'm just being Pacific

I'm just bein' prolific, right now don't need no Mrs

I got a rack of Trojans, no ring, my Lane Kiffin

I'm tryin' pimp em I'm trying to be that cool

All them bitches Converse with me off that React Juice

Now Jordan III my shoe, Double M G my crew

When you do it big as Manute you make it seem minute

Ricky Moore Flightposite, Mike Bibby blue Foams

Interscope feeling like Charlotte when they traded Kobe you know?

But I let it go, Rozay finna re-up

He got himself a Kobe and they stuck with Vlade Divac

And we no la de de da I don't care for any people

Shallow bitches go Hail Mary when I throw that D-Route

Ha, now keep out, me and my whole team out

And I'm as high as Deion feet is headed to the house