Funk old van with my dad I miss back when we were still cool and shit Birthday came and went That nigga didn't move an inch Towards the telephone Or vehicle like he's the Uber Mention I got a golden star on my chest so that's a few to clip Locked and loaded I know that he's nothing close to it But in the moment it ropes around my throat Fuck off Only hope that you meant it Because intention is a sign of attention The only weapon was a second thought Wrecking balls crashing through my sweaty palms All and all I wish I fall But instead I eat withdraws Secrete the flaws And keep it going Niggas think I'm easy going Breezy boy don't see no flaws Fuck 'em all All I see the course and hit the green That eagle soaring And the Lions roaring Beat the Bears Sunday Papa watched I know it That eagle soaring And the Lions roaring Beat the Bears Sunday Papa watched I know it Sanders on the draw Walked in front of the game and he's in the clear! Forty! Thirty! Inside the twenty! Barry Sanders brings the crowd to life! Forty-seven yards at the end of the third quarter And the Lions spot the ball at the seventeen They trail ten to six and we'll be back after these messages And a word from your local station