Check I swear these dudes just be foldin' Cause it's a long rise to the top Till you timber Cause wolves in sheep clothing The state that I'm in is Golden, I'm a Warrior of truth They be acting Cavalier with they voice to the youth, for real Like how the fuck we supposed to let the past heal When we can't get justice today for Philando Castile Cop pull's his heat out and bucks him right in broad day All over the Net's, might as well been up on Broadway And ain't no retribution our protection is farce That's why I'm baffled with what we choose to reflect in the art Pick one, be remembered when you dead in the charts Dudes talk like Hawks, but got Pelican hearts And that NY slang come off of my tongue savage So from Phoenix to Orlando, got 'em sayin' Suns Magic, shit I'm on my Grizzly, I'm independent, a Maverick My style been mean, and they ain't better than average na I worked hard at this shit I wasn't chosen Now I'm 'bout to go on rap tours Word to Demar Derozan I'm playin' Jazz, might change my style instead Take my last shit, I can't trump it, but I'm miles ahead, for real And ever since I got a little bigger It seem like a'body got the answer, they all done turned to 76'ers The cure for every hiccough How you goin' teach me to lift when you ain't never did a situp homie This ain't a riddle homie See I used to be insecure, but never been a phony Shit, I went from little known in college To Blazin' Trails in the pro's I guess my goals, to be the D Lillard of the flows, and yo Ain't no cash in my pocket, I hardly profit The track hard and I rock it, to vent is my only option Whether it's Spur of the moment or in the Knick of time Know that I'ma always leave 'em baffled like those Knicks are mine For real, yea, and ain't a single one ready, leave the head all fucked up Like my Clipper's unsteady All the songs I'm hearin' sound like the collective fuck it All my bars gold, they lucky to catch a Nugget All I hear is Thunder where the lightning at I hear but don't see it We fear what we won't be, it's apparent I got real fans, homie and they doesn't Word to boogie, only one to call you Kings is it Cousins, yea Got my young Bulls hanging on every line Wizard with the words Call me Merlon Craft Livin' in a world where we yearn for trash And obscure the facts Where a lot people wrote me off before they heard me rap That's life, she a bitch, she fast you gotta pace her You want it, gotta chase her Out in LA I was ballin' makin moves like a Laker Try'na change the landscape It ain't all about the paper, that shit burn quick I make mistakes a'day but I learn quick Float like a butterfly Sting like a Hornet Rappers gettin' pissed on I ain't with the horseshit Ain't no backin' out now, I ain't with the forfeit One verse, whole NBA, tell 'em cut the check I pray I never be incompetent as fuckin refs Only one team I forgot, let's get it dealt with August 11th, New York City, gotta sell tix Yea So pull up