WALE - Barry Sanders lyrics

rate me

All that kind of stuff, tryin to hide, but it’s all fake

But still i’m saying, this life, this game,

it ain’t no love in it, it don’t love you back

I feel your hate, I do man

See, a nigga like me man

I love the game, i love the hustle

Be feelin like one of those ball players ya know

Like Bird, Magic or something

Yea you know a nigga got dough

A nigga could leave the league, but if I leave,

Are the fans still gonna love me man?

I don’t gotta be here

Look, I need your admiration for Infiniti,

not that this ain’t lucrative, but I just need your energy

I got the passion to please, I will not gasp or fatigue

And the way I’m ballin, give me a Grammy or Danny O'B

Standing o-v, bet these bitches follow me

And I just give them D, I give them D like they is out the league

Hasheem Thabeet, or various other people

The pressures of greatness always come with critiquing

New as the sneakers, you consuming the bleachers,

blue as a reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

double MG uh, we up, yall just relax, see uh, all my females show bust

curtis enus

Nittany lion, my pen state it, niggas recite it. I’m Michael jordan major,

you niggas earl minor, pussy be all on me

we too young for romancing, my niggas never block

I think i’m Barry Sanders

haa, Hold up, look, hold up

fuck these bitch ass niggas for real

Big page never made it,

see god gave us the talent but devil make us famous

my effort is contagious, so check this b.o.h. shit

with this recording i’m as sick as jordan before game six

Trash talking, i bet i pick n roll with your bitch

You got some papers for me, hit me on the orange set

Walter Payton Mercedes sweetness in every ride

all of my pupils slow and

(slowed) I dont got no lazy eye

Killin flows, pockets bout as thick as strippers on poles,

zone blockin with these bitches, i’m just pickin a hole

pardon that jargon but since i’m ballin they gettin salty

they all catchin feelings, I should biletnikoff em

Them niggas talkin, they like man he official

I just made em pacific , i’m just being prolific

right now don’t need no misses,

i got a rack of trojans, no ring, my lane kiffen

i’m tryin flip i’m tryin be that cool

all these bitches converse with me off that react juice

that jordan three my shoe, double M-G my crew,

when you do as big as manut, you make it seem minute

(ricky more flight posit mike)? navy blue foams in the store

feeling like charlotte when they traded kobe, you know

but i let it go, rozay finna re-up, he got himself a kobe

and stuck with vlade divac, and we know la de de da

i good frontin at people,

shallow bitches go hail mary when i throw that D route

ha, ha

now keep out, me and my whole team out

And now I’m as high as Deion's feet is headed to the house

Thanks to Jp43 for correcting these lyrics