DopantBeats - Jeremy Lin lyrics

Chorus (x2): Mackin' on these b**hes, Feelin' like I was Bernie's kin/ I'm shootin' rockets at yo b**h a**, Like I'm Jeremy Lin/ I'm playin' my point, No need for me to back it up/ I'm an All-Star baller, That's why my haters be mad as f**/ Verse 1: Wrinkles on my fo'head, Thinkin' 'bout gettin' mo' bread/ You tryin'a f** wit' my money, Dawg I dare you - go ahead/ Get bodied on a beat twice, Just to make sure that you dead/ N I promised my team when that I eat, They all gone get fed/ (Huh) Metaphors wit' plenty force, Punchlines that'll knock ya out/ I came for one thing to take the crown, N you won't knock me down/ Cause I been knocked around, But got right back on my feet/ You'd think I came from royalty, The way these rappers bow to me/ Ya I'm a king b**h, Always on my king sh**/ Lacin' tracks wit' the dopest flow, So I don't needa sing sh**/ The front runner in this race, I'm goin' in b**h/ Ya'll still at start, While I'm standin' here at finish/ I draw the line, At settin' the bar high/ Twenty four seven grind, I don't do it part time/ I only shoot for legendary, Anything less is failure/ N to anyone who doubted me, I swear that I won't spare ya (AHH)/ Chorus (x2): Mackin' on these b**hes, Feelin' like I was Bernie's kin/ I'm shootin' rockets at yo b**h a**, Like I'm Jeremy Lin/ I'm playin my point, No need for me to back it up/ I'm an All-Star baller, That's why my haters be mad as f**/ Verse 2: Skinny cracker rapper, But I wear a wife beater/ Snapbacks n camo shorts, Rockin' white sneakers/ I write heaters, Rhymes that'll leave your mind blown/ f**ed in the head, Girl I'll get you mind boned/ I'm 'bout my business, These snakes better mind their own/ Cause I'll put you on guillotine, If you step up in my zone/ Cut ya f**in' head off, My dawgs be lettin' lead pop/ BAT-BAT verbal ammunition, That'll make ya bedrock/ Nah that's me f**in' you b**h, She said I do it right/ I put in work I put in work, Ya we f** all night/ She likes my style n my music, But she ain't my type/ I'm lookin' for a nice chick, That I can wife/ N bring home to my momma, I ain't about the drama/ I'm out here schemin' n grindin', On how to get these commas/ Miami Music ENT, We got the palm tree/ Libra Scale meet me in hell, Mobbin' wit' my homies/ Chorus (x2): Mackin' on these b**hes, Feelin' like I was Bernie's kin/ I'm shootin' rockets at yo b**h a**, Like I'm Jeremy Lin/ I'm playin my point, No need for me to back it up/ I'm an All-Star baller, That's why my haters be mad as f**/