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letra de off the court - malcolm voltaire

first verse
grew up mesmerizing the pimp game
but never was equipped to just pull out and pimp a dame
seen my mama flex hard tryna keep a man
i just wanted to cry, but i couldn’t feel her pain
chickens came h-lla easy
clucking and like it geechi
pulled up in a 750, that seem to please em
stepped out in the steel 10’s
this before the yeezy’s
looking back should spent time flipping my sneakers
getting profit like tony
mama woulda never noticed
but i was h-lla focused, on
being a baller, and off the court
still portraying the balling
had a girl, yea she cheated
so i shot at her partner
hit her nice
she ain’t spend the night
folks would’ve been heated
well it’s winter we need it
got injured defeated
now i’m benching and loathing
reconsidered my motions
well, who am i?

first chorus
off the court, portraying the balling
and on the court, scuffing my jordans
running in circles, chasing this money
ladies still love me, but i wanna ball
aye, i don’t know if you can keep up
i don’t know if you can keep up, keep up
we don’t give a d-mn bout ya sneakers
boy we worried bout the keep up, keep up

second verse
this is way before i was h-tting the loud
rather hit the weights, contemplate my mistakes
shoulda aimed at gaby, but jazzy was in the family
her cousin like my brother, wasn’t blooded or nothing
but n-gg-s was steady stackin’ around our crew, we laxing
contemplating the difference between a lover, hoe, and mistress
asked one why the cuchi so vicious
can’t just wife you, we still in high school
i’m tryna grow up, and i can’t even ball like i want to
so you gone have to hold up
i like to think one day in life
ima be a baller, yea, hey
and in that one life
ain’t no need for me to call ya, at all
i’ll be getting profit like tony
my mama gotta notice
i’ll be h-lla focused, on maintaining a dollar
and off the court
still portraying the balling
if my girl cheated
i’ll still shoot at her partner
hit her nice
she ain’t spend the night
ex prolly been heated
well it’s winter we need it
heart broken defeated
now we benching and loathing
reconsidered my motions
well, who am i?
well, who am i?

second chorus
off the court, portraying the balling
and on the court, scuffing my jordans
running in circles, chasing this money
ladies still love me,but i wanna ball
aye, i don’t know if you can keep up
i don’t know if you can keep up, keep up
we don’t give a d-mn bout ya sneakers
boy we worried bout the keep up, keep up

- malcolm voltaire

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