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like lebron - japiro lyrics

verse 1
i don’t really give a f-ck but i care so much
mvp 4 times and i’m feeling so clutch
ya’ll can say what ya’ll want about my hairline
another ring on my finger sipping red wine
the same day they k!lled vine, i was on my sh-t
put up 37 points and 12 boards ya b-tch
can’t forget them 4 -ssists, i’m such a team player
how many n-ggas on ya team, got a ring hater
do me a favor, while i’m counting up this 19 milly
see me and hov lighting cuban’s while you lighting up philly’s
my whole life some went against me but never would prosper
now their walking in my shoes i got limitless options
spent years trying to lock in brought home them chips
i treat the rap game while ya’ll n-ggas been shooting bricks
ran through the same chicks but i don’t talk about it
yellow tape and white lines put that chalk around ya, bow!

hook:
sometimes i feel like lebron, i’ve been putting in work
trying to get my 3rd ring and take over the world
in this land of fly girls, jewels and fast cars
i pray to god none of my nephews wanna be stars

verse 2
ya’ll criticize my wins, ya’ll criticize my losses
i’m just a young n-gga always rolling with bosses
trying to live life flawless…
don’t be mad when a n-gga hit the forbes list, come on b-tch
i live life enormous, thanks to #teamjordan
i feel the same way when my n-ggas up in norma’s
d-mn, your so gorgeous but your att-tude is rather rude
it’s a free for all, shawty you are platter food
uh, then, it’s on to the next one…
algebra problems, i’m calling you my x-1
wishing you the best hun, you sound so thirsty
at the club when it’s free bottle pirating early…ugh
they always wanna down a n-gga til’ them checks come…
hoes never fall in love til’ the s-x come…(then)
they want to trap n-gga when they get knocked up
once you nba status, b-tches want their cut, feel like lebron!

hook: 2x

verse 3
it seems like, they don’t know or they don’t show
what’s going on in the hood, cause they don’t want ya to know…
about the ills in the ghetto, kids ducking metal
kids getting shot over jordan’s, bullets they echo…
then ricochet into the cl-ssrooms…
either you’re wearing your waxed denim or you sag tru’s
with no rings, sh-t that’s bad news
i got mine in 08′ n-gga cash rules…
then they blame it on me when they ain’t get no rings
that was mike brown’s fault or the coach of your team
though we play in different leagues the parallel is the same
and when you’re with the wrong team the star players get blamed
still popping champagne for the pain n-gga
eddie numbers d. wade ain’t nothing change n-ggas
til’ my contract is up in south beach we roam
the greatest player in the world, king james is home, where’s the patrone’?

hook: 2x

- japiro lyrics

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