Wale - Barry Sanders lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 pa**ion to please, I will not gasp or fatigue Anyway I'm ballin, gimme a Grammy or give me your beat Standing OV, let these b**hes follow me And I just give them D, give them D like they is out the league Hasheem Thabeet and various other peoples The pressures of greatness always comes with critiquing Newest of sneakers, you consuming the bleachers Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense MMG up, we up, y'all just relax All my females show bust, Curtis Enis Nittany lion, my Penn State it, n***as recite it I'm Michael Jordan major, you n***as Harold Miner p**y be all on me, we too young for romancin' My n***as never block, I think I'm Barry Sanders [Verse 2] Vic Page never made it, Len Bias never made it See God gave us the talent, but the devil make us famous My effort is contagious, so check this BOA sh** With this recording I'm as sick as Jordan before Game 6 Jazz talkin and I bet I pick and roll with your b**h You got some paper for me? Hit me on the Hornacek Walter Payton Mercedez. Sweetness in every ride Hold on my pupils slowing, I don't got no lazy eye ? Pockets about as thick as strippers on poles Zone blocking with these b**hes, I'm just picking a hole Pardon that jargon but since I'm balling they getting salty They all catching feelings. I should Biletnikoff 'em Them n***as talking. They like man he official Man, you Olowokandi I'm just being specific I'm just bein' prolific. Right now don't need no Mrs I got a rack of Trojans, knowing my Lane Kiffin I'm tryin' pimp em I'm trying to be that cool All them b**hes converse with me off that React juice Now Jordan III my shoe. Double M G my crew When you do it big as Manute you make it seem minute Ricky more flight Interscope feeling like Charlotte When they traded Kobe you know? Better let it go. Rozay finna re-up He got himself a Kobe and they stuck with Vlade Divac And we dont lada de da I'm convertin' the people Shout old b**hes go Hail Mary when I throw that D-Route Haha. Now keep out. Me and my whole team out And I'm as high as Deion. Feet is headed to the house