Basketball Video (MV)

Woke up on a Sunday and I had to take a ride
Some folk ain't wake up today I'm grateful to be alive
My n***** be stuck in the room. They trapped up in they mind
Put them sticks down n**** How bout we go outside
Let's grab a basketball. Hall of fame. Life is a game
You can either unlock everything or you stay bagel plain
Your n***** ready for touring Got the entire crowd roaring
Got baddies and beckies they all rocking the lion manes
You know that I'm the truth Aim clutchy that Paul Pierce
Ain't meant to be a preacher too deep Why you lying mane
I stayed up in the gym. Put in work like all year
Now n***** hit my beeper like I'm the supplier mane
Im serving them like Trey
I'm staying forever Young
The music game is grey
But I live my life in color I preach the gospel to brothers
And I ain't copy no others I'm doing it for my father
I'm tryina keep it proper and many words to my mother
She had me at like 21
Her coaching is unapproachable; ain't like anyone
I've ever seen. My momma had set me screens
She threw me the alley oops
And I got hung like a n**** who getting lynched off a pick up
I'm trucking through my mountains
My people looking thirsty A F*ck you to Jim Crow fountains
It must be a simple balance
So much for integration. J. Cole
I got some friends that live in Weston and I'm thankful
Forgot to even mention
Steeple out in Hollywood
I know they prolly good
They made a monster tho
This shit impossible like Jordan verse the Monstars
Dunkin like my arm far
Dunkin like a cappuccino
Dunkin like Tim Poppovic and Parker. Mob like Al Pachino
Dunkin like I can't believe the game is about half asleep
They need a cup of caffeine These n***** rapping badly
Competition don't match me My compositions is nasty
Hate the game but I can't complain cuz I make the tapes that be lasting
A long time on a long flight to the mother land gon be all right
Baby did me like all night
Broke my shit cuz she crossed right
Like Harden I took a step back cuz I'm tryina see what the cost like
Imma show you that boss life
You think you bright but you off white
Ya n**** cool a like Klondike
My verses give you that frost bite
Where my assist at? That pass you hoping to get that
You lacking the talent you not getting drafted. You prolly just lacking the syntax
My momma had told me I been that dude to make a hit track
You too late to get that
Food for days. I been fat
School for days. I been smart
Cool for days. I been black
And my beats they go hard That's why they always hit back
It ain't no nine that he packing
Imma just rhyme like a Mack Ten
Never lie polygraphing
I just penny the passion
Hardaway wit a basket

I don't know what this world's gonna bring
But I know one thing. That this is the life for me