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Championships

CIV

Hip-Hop/Rap

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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