N.B.A.

You know what the fuck it is, nigga
You know, life before fame, you know
Youngboy, you know, we winnin', yeah
NBA Beanie signing in nigga
You already know what the fuck it is nigga
Yeah, NBA the navy seals
You already know from the South of Chippewa
You know what the fuck it is
Yeah you know shoutout to my gang
What up Connor? What up Kyle?
What up NBA Ben? You already know

In my hood used to want to be Nino
Put my headphones in, bumping Ochocinco
I won't die, this shit gon' end
Will I see tomorrow?
Pull on side me like I'm Biggie
Send 'em through the car door
Looked up to French Montana
Cause I wanted dope
Turned a gram into a ball, I got on my toes
Listen to Scooter cause I keep
Them shooters where I go
Monique say believe yourself
You gotta have some hope
Big city, a way of thinking
Bitch my life a movie know I'ma be the man
I'ma have these hoes choosin'
I want 50 grand in my pants, like I'm Boosie
And get back to the hood
Like I'm Frank Lucas
Jesus piece around my neck
I'm strapped up with that Tec
Think you finna disrespect me? All
I did for my respect
Please don't get up outta line
I'm coming at yo neck straight headshots
It don't make sense to wear a vest
I ain't cut no corners wit' chu
Tell you like it is
Be around trained shooters
NBA the navy seals
We'll write you to this shit
I wish he had a deal
And I ain't never had shit
Just wanna touch a mil
No music, no hook, nah
Mind of a Menace had the whole world shook
Nigga run up on me, stuntin'
Fuck around & get took
Pap, ready? And Connor comin' right
Behind him with the Mac-11 youngBoy

Bitch, it's lit, NBA Connor signing in nigga
Nigga, we ain't dream chasers, nigga
We make dreams nigga
You know what the fuck it is, nigga
Bow, Youngboy eat em up

Nowadays everybody want fame
These niggas don't know me
Speak death on my name
The police, they want me because of my gang
These bitches be fake and these niggas
They lame
Do a hundred years & I still won't change
I don't know that nigga
Tell 'em stay in his lane
Pistol to his face if he say my name, my name
(Youngboy)
Told Pap go in and come outta there
(Hit 'em up and come out)
Police ridin', tryna see where we posted at
(Tell 'em I said fuck 'em)
Pull up on they block
Shots fired where they posted at
(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
Connor say fuck em, I catch em, go huntin'
They dissin' my city
I bet you won't come in here
Tell him hop out, I'm shootin' out the window
Dreamin' to the ceiling
I ain't worried about a nigga
Let him run up on me & I bet he get his issue
Pap strapped up, guarantee that he flip 'em
Brrr, bow, bitch
I came straight from the gutter
Hit a lot of licks, just me and my brother
Got into some beef with them niggas
They ain't touch us float around
Found out where them niggas hustle
Hop out wit' somethin'
When I shoot that bitch stutter
Steady going jail, bitch, stay outta trouble
Feelin' like fuck 'em, added
Time to my sentence
You a dirty motherfucker
They say they fuck with me and
Then they changed on me
NBA my gang, homie, what I claim homie, yeah

All fam, no fame (Squad) nBA my gang nigga
You know what the fuck it is mane
Life Before Fame
I told them I was coming home
It's the motherfucking takeoff let's get it