Jim Boeheim Lyrics

Yeah

Cut me up just a little bit

I want to hear myself

Look, Jim Boeheim, I stay in my zone

When you king, just know these niggas want to carry your dome

Get six of your closest niggas just to carry you home

Might mourn a couple of weeks, but then they carryin' on, cause life goes on

Yeah, don't get me trippin' out

Grew up with dealers and killers, just took a different route

Still talk to dealers and killers, ain't in this shit for clout

Hustle and motivate, show you niggas what life about

I want the AP, no Associated Press

Niggas come home on parole and they associate less

Still ah hop up in them buckets with mops, clean up a mess if they love you

You gon' know cause they say that shit with they chest

Lil' nigga yeah, don't get me trippin' out

Grew up with dealers and killers, just took a different route

Still talk to dealers and killers, ain't in this shit for clout

Hustle and motivate, show you niggas what life about

Jim Boeheim, I stay in my zone

Every day, my only goal is just to make it back home

How could I beg y'all to put me on

I had to get it when shit got rough and rocky

Stay Melo, nigga, we did it, I cut nets from my goals, yeah

This feel like March Madness

Niggas get upset and go home, but they don't ever at us

Niggas 16's be sweet, but who's askin'?

Put me on tracks where elites ate I ain't never fastin'

Dickie V, Diaper Dandy, this nigga ain't no freshman

It's on me, keep it handy in case I feel aggression

A nigga handle some shit funny, you gotta press him

Treat his ass like recruitment letters, we gon' address him

Jim Boeheim, I stay in my zone

When you king, just know these niggas wanna carry your dome

Get six of your closest niggas just to carry your home

Might mourn a couple of weeks, but then they carryin' on

Cause life goes on, yeah

Yeah

Don't get me trippin' out

Yeah Yeah

Jim Boeheim, I stay in my zone

Yeah

Don't get me trippin out