Bill Russell

FLOCKA!

Triple F Life, man: friends, fans, and family

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Aye, aye...

I can't trust myself, so hell no, I can't trust you

I'm ballin', you can call me Bill Russell

Point me to the court, coach it's my turn

I swear to God to dribble base and don't cross over

Cause I'm ready, cause I'm ready

Cause I'm readyyyyyyyyyyy

Cause I'm ready, cause I'm ready

Cause I'm readyyyyyyyyyyy

I remember selling nicks, dimes, and them vickies

I got no love, I swear to God, my heart empty

I remember when a nigga was young

Going in Auntie and Grandma's pocketbooks

Even my mama pocketbook, even stealing out the stores

Now I'm getting thirty five thousand for a show

I can buy my own store right now

Joke's on you, bitch!

I can't trust myself, so hell no, I can't trust you

I'm ballin', you can call me Bill Russell

Point me to the court, coach it's my turn

I swear to God to dribble base and don't cross over

Cause I'm ready, cause I'm ready

Cause I'm readyyyyyyyyyyy

Cause I'm ready, cause I'm ready

Cause I'm readyyyyyyyyyyy

I remember Uncle Joe talking to me

Saying everybody in this world's some hungry man

So prepare your dinner, so you don't be supper

My hood like Pearl Harbor, green like the jungle

Cool with them ex lions and them tigers

Hell yeah, you can call me a party animal

Eat a rap nigga, call me Hannibal

Dump 'em out the rear

I can't trust myself, so hell no, I can't trust you

I'm ballin', you can call me Bill Russell

Point me to the court, coach it's my turn

I swear to God to dribble base and don't cross over

Cause I'm ready, cause I'm ready

Cause I'm readyyyyyyyyyyy

Cause I'm ready, cause I'm ready

Cause I'm readyyyyyyyyyyy

I can't trust myself, so hell no, I can't trust you

I'm ballin', you can call me Bill Russell

Point me to the court, coach it's my turn

I swear to God to dribble base and don't cross over

Cause I'm ready, cause I'm ready

Cause I'm readyyyyyyyyyyy

Cause I'm ready, cause I'm ready

Cause I'm readyyyyyyyyyyy