Heisman Watch

[Intro]

You know these niggas ain't fuckin' with me

You know that, right?

Look what you've done

[Chorus]

It's like I'm on the Heisman watch

That's gotta be what would describe, symbolize I've got

Skill, four times the talent around me

Desmond Howard playin' for Howard

Just tell me how can I be, stopped?

[Verse 1]

This Allen Ive' at an Ivy college

They can't check me, I don't practice, my class too hard

Nigga mean my swag is grown, bag too big

But y'all not hip, I'm Bo Jackson though, go

Prolific, no weapon that's formed against me

Is prosperin', my guard center his wall for me

And SportsCenter endorsin' me

I'm Anthony Dorsett on these niggas

Was in the picture, the stars called me

Got sweeter than Peter Warrick or

Warrick Dunn when I'm done leavin', we gettin' on the bucks

Trust, we gettin' on the bucks

Like a mid-major playmaker, niggas ain't on to us

Yeah, keep sleepin'

Still I rock it like Raghib every time I feature

Ha, yeah, that's Rocket Ismail, y'all

Speed kills, I'm a speed demon

And what you deem a deacon I see as a Duncan, big

Fundamentals, longevity in abundance and

And I run this shit, comin' to fuckin' humble niggas

Fuckin' dusty lookin' Sanduskys could never touch the kid

Yessir, Folarin applyin' pressure

Keep defyin' odds, increase your haters and net worth

Yessir, Folarin got hitters that work

I'll pop 48, leave your whole team in a redshirt

Yessir, that's work

[Interlude]

Who will be the winner?

The winner is...

Thank you, thank you

Thank you, thank you, y'all

Know I don't play, mixtape and football but I'ma roll 'til I'm tired

And rap lines still matter

Nike! And while I'm at it I'd like to shout out Roc Nation Sports

Young Hov, Pecas, OG Juan

Young Money Sports, Mack Maine, God bless you

Gifted athletes forever

Keep it down, keep it down, I got somethin' to say

Look... hollup

[Verse 2]

USC, would you please give Reggie his trophies?

And I hope the NCAA pay the players like coaches

Joe McKnight, I pray for your soul and family with passion

And a cold cell in Angola for Mr. Ronald Gasser

And a former college runnin' back, now just an honest rapper

And I ran a 4.4 twice, but these 16s much faster

Deshaun Watson, Lamar Jackson

I start rappin', they start watchin'

They start gaspin', I don't need no backup

R.I.P. Rashaan Salaam, this shit was hard to tackle

But if I bear it they gon' see what's on my head, now catch up

Like CTE got some of my people feel a lil' off

Memory loss, mood swings, tryna feed the family

That CTE got some of these niggas slowly fallin' off

So I pray that y'all retire healthy and keep a passion

Young, rich and happy, and you ain't got to like me

But I got that vibe, make Mel Kiper go write about me

Now send the kite up to Lawrence Phillips, no, Thunder Collins

The former running's for Cornhuskers, they fumbled out it

Now read up on Randy Moss, playin' for Bob Bowden

I'm Tyreek Hill, I see redemption, I see my talent

Yeah, I got the talent, their season cancelled

They're Ryan Leaf, their season cancelled

Yeah, I got the talent, their season cancelled

May not have no Grammy, but goddamn I should be in Canton

[Chorus]

It's like I'm on the Heisman watch

That's gotta be what would describe, symbolize I've got skill

Four times the talent around me

Desmond Howard playin' for Howard

Just tell me how can I be... stopped? Ralph