TRICITO - LISTEN UP Lyrics

You niggas know who the king of the Fort
A spot shooter from the wing while y'all just dream of sport
It's crazy how king of the hill grew into seizing the courts
And I ain't lost a game in weeks they tryna even the score
Yes I am Julius Caesar but shit don't seem like it's war
Laughing with Makwolf and thinking back on the teams we've destroyed
And when he swinging his cleaver that's when they singing of course
I close my eyes I hear them scream I still don't feel the remorse
I sleep to Lamborghini dreams, wake up to weed getting torched
I see you married to the game I'll help you speed your divorce
She say she love me I don't trust it, man I've seen this before
They keep begging TRICITO please!? Why won't you be mi amor?
See I'm a mack mamacita, the chicas feed my demeanor
I swear my bitch is an angel, I turned my back on the demons for sure
Believe this, the fundamentals I bleed them
The plays changed you can easily make the team if you sing on a chorus
It's despicable, I pray to God I get rid of you
Euro step on ya neck while you travel, charged and your pivot moved
You so ignorant but any who, this penmanship will kill any crew
Ankle break, skate with any move as I cruise to the buckets
Hit the showers then interviews, hear the praise and get ridiculed
My opponents got shit to lose so my mood been like f*ck em
It's even splits when we getting loot, that CEO shit with Kritical
I'm eating pussy for dinner too, guess that's you and your woman (She was pusillanimous)
I told my mama.... man hold up I ain't like how I came on the beat, I ain't through, I ain't through

I told my mama I thank the Savior she raised a player
Not from the Himalayas, not the ones with the feather hats and gold teeth with the fuchsia gators
I keep a crooked smile with a durag to wrap my waves up
God showed us the gift of loyalty, I think that's how He made us
We don't consult with traitors, we stay with the team we started with 'til they f*ckin' trade us
Eyes closed at foul line or I work on my touch for lay ups
I cut my grass from snakes and they slither, pray on my failures
And I watch you spiteful niggas, I never liked you I'm not a yes man to hype you niggas
You play with fire get burnt that's why I don't light the bridges
I might get slimy and talk on how I one night you bitches!
So please watch your temper with me, I got the women y'all want, you might wanna listen to me, I've shown I'm best in the league
LF til I'm dead in a creek, them buzzer beater shots I'm a pro at
They like don't wanna see us win, I feel like Kodak and you know that
Ever since I can remember I been poppin my collar