Bill Russell - Waka Flocka Flame

FLOCKA!\nTriple F Life, man: friends, fans, and family\nAye, aye, aye, aye, aye\nAye, aye…\nI can’t trust myself, so hell no, I can’t trust you\nI’m ballin', you can call me Bill Russell\nPoint me to the court, coach it’s my turn\nI swear to God to dribble base and don’t cross over\nCause I’m ready, cause I’m ready\nCause I’m readyyyyyyyyyyy\nCause I’m ready, cause I’m ready\nCause I’m readyyyyyyyyyyy\nI remember selling nicks, dimes, and them vickies\nI got no love, I swear to God, my heart empty\nI remember when a nigga was young\nGoing in Auntie and Grandma’s pocketbooks\nEven my mama pocketbook, even stealing out the stores\nNow I’m getting thirty five thousand for a show\nI can buy my own store right now\nJoke’s on you, bitch!\nI remember Uncle Joe talking to me\nSaying everybody in this world’s some hungry man\nSo prepare your dinner, so you don’t be supper\nMy hood like Pearl Harbor, green like the jungle\nCool with them ex lions and them tigers\nHell yeah, you can call me a party animal\nEat a rap nigga, call me Hannibal\nDump 'em out the rear