Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron C Cole
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm in this game for the championships
Hitting my shots I don't know how to miss
Look at my trophies I've been on my shit
Too many rings I don't know if they fit
I'm in this game for the championships
Hitting my shots I don't know how to miss
Look at my trophies I've been on my shit
Too many rings I don't know if they fit on my hands
Best on the team I get kicked out the league
I might fly overseas and go play in Japan
Pictures on posters get held by the fans
Head in the game but my face in the stands
Shooting my shot turn my back to the rim
As they watch it go in then I do my lil dance
Shorty impressed by the way that I play
She gon ask where I stay she forgot bout her mans
I got no problem with that
She throwing it back
Recording that shit on the cam
We switching positions she move with precision
I might just have to put this shit on the gram
I seen all the tapes and you a disgrace I spit in yo face
Like I'm Kevin Durant
Run through the city like we from Jamaica
We making some noise getting loud like cicadas
Last of my kind I was born an omega
They trimming some fat but I cannot be traded
Just look at my drip
They compare me to Skip cuzz I'm leaving them bae less
Even my rating is faded cuzz that shit the highest
So clutch on the court and I'm not even trying
No time on the clock so they pass me the rock
Then I throw up my shot got the crowd going silent shh
The crowd has gone absolutely silent in here jeff
The atmosphere is insane
That it is
With only 5 seconds left and they need a three to win let's see what they do
Ullah inbounds the ball
He hands it off to CIV
CIV from behind the arc
Three two for the win its in
I'm in this game for the championships
Hitting my shots I don't know how to miss
Look at my trophies I've been on my shit
Too many rings I don't know if they fit
I'm in this game for the championships
Hitting my shots I don't know how to miss
Look at my trophies I've been on my shit
Too many rings I don't know if they fit on my
Self-alley oop so I get the assists
No I in team but they got one in bitch
Win us the chip get the key to the city
They throw a parade all my n***** is with me
I sign a new deal for a couple of milly
Got 76 like I play up in Philly
Run every spot on the floor
Cannot be guarded defenders is watching me score
My skill is lowkey like my brother is Thor
To you this a game but to me this is war
Godly whenever I step on the court
Since yall are my sons ya ass getting crossed
Never retire not passing the torch
I only see wins so I'm blind to a loss
Do what I want cuzz I'm not getting tossed
I play every roll from ref to the coach
I shake like Hakeem when I get in the post
Throw a hook like Kareem and I aim for the throat
Best in the league and it's not even close
Let my game do the talking there's no need to boast
That must be the reason they pay me the most
All this money to burn turn my bread into toast
Fingers is shining from all of my rings
How we talking bout goats and not mention my name
Writer(s): Cameron Cole
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