Best Kept Secret - Heisman Watch lyrics

[Intro] You know these n***as ain't f**in' with me You know that, right? Look what you've done [Hook] It's like I'm on the Heisman watch That's gotta be what would describe, symbolize I've got sk** Four times the talent around me Desmond Howard playin' for Howard Just tell me how can I be... stopped? [Verse 1] This Allen Ive' at an Ivy college They can't check me, I don't practice, my cla** too hard n***a mean my swag is grown, bag too big But y'all not hip, I'm Bo Jackson though, go Prolific, no weapon that's formed against me Is prosperin', my guard center his wall for me And SportsCenter endorsin' me I'm Anthony Dorsett on these n***as Was in the picture, the stars called me Got sweeter than Peter Warrick or Warrick Dunn when I'm done leavin', we gettin' on the bucks Trust, we gettin' on the bucks Like a mid-major playmaker, n***as ain't on to us Yeah, keep sleepin' Still I rock it like Raghib every time I feature Ha, yeah, that's Rocket Ismail, y'all Speed k**s, I'm a speed demon And what you deem a deacon I see as a Duncan, big Fundamentals, longevity in abundance and And I run this sh**, comin' to f**in' humble n***as f**in' dusty lookin' Sanduskys could never touch the kid Yessir, Folarin applyin' pressure Keep defyin' odds, increase your haters and net worth Yessir, Folarin got hitters that work I'll pop 48, leave your whole team in a redshirt Yessir, that's work [Interlude] Who will be the winner? The winner is... Thank you, thank you Thank you, thank you, y'all Know I don't play, mixtape and football but I'ma roll 'til I'm tired And rap lines still matter Nike! And while I'm at it I'd like to shout out Roc Nation Sports Young Hov, Pecas, OG Juan Young Money Sports, Mack Maine, God bless you Gifted athletes forever Keep it down, keep it down, I got somethin' to say Look... hollup [Verse 2] USC, would you please give Reggie his trophies? And I hope the NCAA pay the players like coaches Joe McKnight, I pray for your soul and family with pa**ion And a cold cell in Angola for Mr. Ronald Ga**er And a former college runnin' back, now just an honest rapper And I ran a 4.4 twice, but these 16s much faster Deshaun Watson, Lamar Jackson I start rappin', they start watchin' They start gaspin', I don't need no backup R.I.P. Rashaan Salaam, this sh** was hard to tackle But if I bear it they gon' see what's on my head, now catch up Like CTE got some of my people feel a lil' off Memory loss, mood swings, tryna feed the family That CTE got some of these n***as slowly fallin' off So I pray that y'all retire healthy and keep a pa**ion Young, rich and happy, and you ain't got to like me But I got that vibe, make Mel Kiper go write about me Now send the kite up to Lawrence Phillips, no, Thunder Collins The former running's for Cornhuskers, they fumbled out it Now read up on Randy Moss, playin' for Bob Bowden I'm Tyreek Hill, I see redemption, I see my talent Yeah, I got the talent, their season cancelled They're Ryan Leaf, their season cancelled Yeah, I got the talent, their season cancelled May not have no Grammy, but goddamn I should be in Canton [Hook] It's like I'm on the Heisman watch That's gotta be what would describe, symbolize I've got sk** Four times the talent around me Desmond Howard playin' for Howard Just tell me how can I be... stopped? Ralph