DJ Drama - SportsCenter lyrics

Cover my tracks like bu*ter, so where the bread be? I see beef as dead meat "Who that, the president?" "Yeah, me" No one scare me, and you ain't gotta double dare me Hear me? Loud and clearly Rats aren't near me Wiretap n***as get blood in they earpiece I'm from New Orleans, nowhere near peace Pure beast, fear-free, dear grief Catch up, b**h: I'm in gear three Zoom gone, see ya! Peace... drop one finger f** 'em and whoever made 'em! I will hurt whoever love 'em, cause I hate 'em Lookin' for a lady, high and sedated Got her to the pad, I don't know how a n***a made it She gave me relations, so now, we related The morning comes; the picture, faded Awaited on my turn to burn, can I get a light? Little dog, bigger bite Jackson Five, Little Mike Can I get a mic or a mic and a half? The Source owe me Shout out to the editing staff I'm all grown, so much better with math I need a spread in the Forbes takin a Benjamin bath, yeah I'm servin' this track like, Steffi Graf, yeah Roger Federer; there's no competitors n***as know my rhetoric; b**hes know my preference Young God, baby: all them other n***as reverends Sittin' in my big house surrounded by my weaponries I keep them away like I got leprosy Chopper right next to me, loaded up with pepper seeds Got an extra clip, but that's only for my especiallies (Dramatic, Dramatic) This is especially for you Disrespect a n***a game? What kinda referee is you? Swallow your whistle, make a n***a ride with the pistol Cause the fakest n***as ride with the pistols Even if I die old, I'mma die with the pistols And if you stand over my body, I'll probably k** ya Yeah, now I feel it, Weezy the realest I wear a lot of Bathing Ape cuz I be wit gorillas He what they talkin' bout: topic of the conversation Product of determination Stop playin you are not up in my situation I get money like a Caucasian The car red, so the car cajun Stop hatin': y'all ballers; I'mma sports agent Wait a minute, lemme translate it: It's Weezy-not-the-father motherf**in'-Baby