Lyrics

Body for body, bar for bar,
Feelin’ like a star, knowin’ who we are.
Mixin’ like Pippen, bold like Rodman,
Jordan in flight, no end, no stoppin’.


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[VERSE 1]

One-on-one, you ain’t hard,
Soft like powdered soap, think you goin’ far?
Mind games, pullin’ strings like a puppet set,
Gettin’ loose in the peace, what's next?

Loose screws, game misconstrued,
Lost the sight, cash shines, vision skewed.
She loves fast life, lights flashin’,
Turned up, keepin’ shadows clashin’.


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[CHORUS]

Feelin' fresh in the coupe,
Chasin' dreams, state by state, in pursuit.
Rollin’ far, can't get booked, just dust ‘em,
Never been a loser, but that’s my custom.


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[VERSE 2]

Taste of winnin’, stakes up high,
Lesson learned, first rule—fake must die.
Now ain't nobody ballin' in mikes,
Slammin' like I’m dunkin’, no spikes.

They claim they kings, they claim they stacks,
Truth is, they nothin’ but heatless facts.
Takin’ shots but they miss the net,
Mind on the hustle, no room for regret.


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[CHORUS]

Feelin' fresh in the coupe,
Chasin' dreams, state by state, in pursuit.
Rollin' far, can't get booked, just dust ‘em,
Never been a loser, but that’s my custom.


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[BRIDGE]

Runnin’ through the night, never lookin’ back,
Carved my own way, heart on track.
To the rhythm of the game, never lack,
From highs to lows, always ready to attack.


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[VERSE 3]

Sharp and steady, cuttin’ like a blade,
In shadows where the real ones are made.
No time for the false, keepin’ it true,
Own league, own game, big moves ensue.


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[CHORUS]

Feelin' fresh in the coupe,
Chasin' dreams, state by state, in pursuit.
Rollin' far, can't get booked, just dust ‘em,
Never been a loser, but that’s my custom.