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g.t. - sport talk lyrics

[verse 1: g.t.]
my cousin was the hitman, my daddy was the brick man
gone off lean, sitting like a bike on a kickstand
50 for my wristband, i was on the bench
i was cool being a 6 man, now i’m starting 5
’bout to win another chip again, chain cold like michigan
staying out the way, ’cause i heard n+ggas throwing tips again
thinking to myself, i gotta take another trip again
used to love to get back home and stash my pros [?]
i sold white, i sold ten, i sold blue, i sold orange
i helped them n+ggas [?], i ain’t do it for no reward
every day we in a war, draw my gun, swing my sword
i told my son f+ck [?], i’ma make him sore
we balling like this sh+t a sport, and right now, we got home court
and you don’t ball at all, you couldn’t even beat me in a game of [?]
this ain’t no porshе, you don’t see the horse
doing 150, i ain’t evеn put this b+tch in sport

[chorus: dej loaf]
even though we balling, it hurt my eyes to see my dawg in a coffin
missing all my n+ggas, i can feel you balling with me like assistants
when you charge it to the game, it make sense
[?]
money keep calling, these labels [?]
devil keep knocking, devil keep knocking
[verse 2: g.t.]
gave my n+gga 30, just for f+cking with them birdies
i miss soda, i miss ri, i miss mox, i miss [?]
i’m glad i made the jump off the porch real early
got blessed with a hustle, but the streets really cursed me
i miss [?] when he died, that sh+t hurt me the worst
i d+mn near broke down in tears, seeing his face on a shirt
baby money still rapping, benjie still rapping work
you know i’m slapping every day, these n+ggas waiting on [?]
shattered my heart, we walked your caskit to the hurse
then your son looked just like you, i know that hurt your girl the worst
but i can hear you now, don’t worry ’bout me, just go to work
if i knew life was this short, i would’ve been putting my family first

- g t lyrics

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