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This was kinda dedicated to my friend Andrew. He wanted a song about him, so I did it 
First verse I kinda copy wayne a bit, but whatever.
(I skipped all the little talking parts)
Some of the stuff you need to know the kid to understand
but yeah, feedback appreciated
*if you see shit spelt weird, thats how i pronounce them in the recording (that im still working on)*
First verse I kinda copy wayne a bit, but whatever.
(I skipped all the little talking parts)
Some of the stuff you need to know the kid to understand
but yeah, feedback appreciated
*if you see shit spelt weird, thats how i pronounce them in the recording (that im still working on)*
Andrew doin work, 4 is on his shirt
Hes the greatest on the court and im the greatest on the earth
Balled on the fourth team like it was his first
Gotta serve the the team, gold and purple gleam
The court so shiny and his mug so mean
Gotta get the players off the other team
Black and white nikes, purple gold strings
Andrew on the court ballin on their team
Kobe’s black mamba, and your anaconda
Basket ball beast, court conquer
Pack it good, or let em run it past, or slap it down on their slow, fat, ass
Do it for cypress, its your time baby
do it for reputation, its your time baby
you’re the best, yes. And their the best no.
*music stops*
You sure as hell put on a damn good show
*music starts*
STOP, PICK, chearleaders doin splits,
all shoutin “come sign my tits”
Andrew balls on and off the court,
You know basketball aint his only sport
He is also the king of the field,
Other players stop and yield
Like a cheetah when he runs,
You get in front of him and he shoots you with his guns
*pause*
Andrew is a friend to the death,
You don’t have to worry about his death,
He is a safe player of the game,
His next step, is money cars and fame,
Some of his friends, aren’t the best
But some are better than less
I had to get this off my chest
YEAH
*music stops*
Only 16 and he got his own theme
It aint no song, im not gunna sing
Basketball is his life,
it could also be called his wife
hes single as it gets,
better than all the rest,
got a swagger of his own,
now come on Andrew,
come on and take your throne
*music stops*
Now this is my closing statement,
Andrew is the best, he aint gotta fake it
They call him juicy, like the big
Off the court, youll see him rollin with me
Got room, for 1,2, or 3
4? Maybe millions more
You got his digits? Well you aint gunna get them,
Why? Cause you lack introspection
Alright, so you heard my new flow,
That’s right, I said im back for moe
Andrew had his song and now its time for me
Many different remixes, all of them for free
Lots of people talkin so ima thrust my fists
No time for spreadin rumors, just time for tellin myths
New school chevy black on black car
Ridin down the street, feelin like a superstar
Roll down the windows, the bass is booming hard
Everyone starin at, that all black car,
You mention, retrospect for the game,
Your first thoughts, in comes my name
Dino here on the track,
Theres my name, now can we work with that?
You give me a beat and ill give you a rhyme
You all rap fast but I just take my time *music fades*
No chains on my neck or diamonds in my mouth
You put me in your song and it gets dirtier than the south
Hes the greatest on the court and im the greatest on the earth
Balled on the fourth team like it was his first
Gotta serve the the team, gold and purple gleam
The court so shiny and his mug so mean
Gotta get the players off the other team
Black and white nikes, purple gold strings
Andrew on the court ballin on their team
Kobe’s black mamba, and your anaconda
Basket ball beast, court conquer
Pack it good, or let em run it past, or slap it down on their slow, fat, ass
Do it for cypress, its your time baby
do it for reputation, its your time baby
you’re the best, yes. And their the best no.
*music stops*
You sure as hell put on a damn good show
*music starts*
STOP, PICK, chearleaders doin splits,
all shoutin “come sign my tits”
Andrew balls on and off the court,
You know basketball aint his only sport
He is also the king of the field,
Other players stop and yield
Like a cheetah when he runs,
You get in front of him and he shoots you with his guns
*pause*
Andrew is a friend to the death,
You don’t have to worry about his death,
He is a safe player of the game,
His next step, is money cars and fame,
Some of his friends, aren’t the best
But some are better than less
I had to get this off my chest
YEAH
*music stops*
Only 16 and he got his own theme
It aint no song, im not gunna sing
Basketball is his life,
it could also be called his wife
hes single as it gets,
better than all the rest,
got a swagger of his own,
now come on Andrew,
come on and take your throne
*music stops*
Now this is my closing statement,
Andrew is the best, he aint gotta fake it
They call him juicy, like the big
Off the court, youll see him rollin with me
Got room, for 1,2, or 3
4? Maybe millions more
You got his digits? Well you aint gunna get them,
Why? Cause you lack introspection
Alright, so you heard my new flow,
That’s right, I said im back for moe
Andrew had his song and now its time for me
Many different remixes, all of them for free
Lots of people talkin so ima thrust my fists
No time for spreadin rumors, just time for tellin myths
New school chevy black on black car
Ridin down the street, feelin like a superstar
Roll down the windows, the bass is booming hard
Everyone starin at, that all black car,
You mention, retrospect for the game,
Your first thoughts, in comes my name
Dino here on the track,
Theres my name, now can we work with that?
You give me a beat and ill give you a rhyme
You all rap fast but I just take my time *music fades*
No chains on my neck or diamonds in my mouth
You put me in your song and it gets dirtier than the south
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