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sly spitta - halftime lyrics

we got let y’all breathe right now
it’s halftime, i’ll be back third quarter
uh

i never trip off the score
trail but i been here before
halftime on the board
i’m too good to ignore
for the win, we go to war
f+ck you talkin bout?

hitting goals, shooting three’s gettin’
p+ssy, money, weed, triple double with the ease
shots shots for my enemies
half time so i let em breathe
going straight to the league

apply pressure, we ball harder, feel like warriors in the third quarter
could do this on my own, but with my n+ggas we go farther
globe trotter, so proper, whole lotta
gang sh+t brooklyn where i came from
run up in the paint and get a and 1
shooting all these shots i gotta land one
fighting demonds never became came one
played the game, rolled the dice, young n+gga get paid, earning stripes
halftime, run plays, talk codes to life
silly n+ggas never paid & over overhyped
all that that drip put ya flame out
foot at their neck since i came out
rain coat for the reign out
anything for the d+mn clout
misunderstood so they fear and doubt
halftime, i’m down but i’m never out

i never trip off the score
trail, but i been here before
halftime on the board
i’m too good to ignore
for the win, we go to war
f+ck you talkin bout?

hitting goals, shooting three’s gettin’
p+ssy, money, weed, triple double with the ease
shots shots for my enemies
half time so i let em breathe
straight to the league

i ball at my own pace,
impressing n+ggas never had that trait
mind had to elevate, small wins, still celebrate
crumbs still lead to the cake
watch me make, something with ya pain never let it destroy you
clap for ya self they won’t always applaud you
situations that i been prolly would fold you
chase those dreams or you rather them haunt you?
n+ggas talk but that’s only from the bleachers
playing fields always came with bottom feeders
number one fans turn to non believers
still making dope by the ounce or the liter
she know i love hard, irony i don’t need her
it’s a cold game, hot head, but no fever
my n+gga we’re at war, no faith in our leader
revenge taste good but success tastes sweeter
move in silence, they want me challenged my game is timeless
this is your highness theres guns and violence, how do you manage?
my soul lives on even through the physical
with the cover and the centerfold n+ggas know

i never trip off the score
trail, but i been here before
halftime on the board
i’m too good to ignore
for the win, we go to war
f+ck you talkin’ bout?
hitting goals, shooting three’s gettin’
p+ssy, money, weed, triple double with the ease
shots shots for my enemies
half time so i let em breathe
goin’ straight to the league
goin’ straight to the league

run up in the paint and get a and 1
fighting demons, never become one
brooklyn be the city that i came from
all these n+ggas cappin’ i don’t hear nun

halftime for you n+ggas

- sly spitta lyrics

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