Jerseys Lyrics

Fuck a demon, got two angels on my shoulders, like Ohtani and Trout

Can't play with paper, they could never Origami me out

A little fog, a little vapor, but my eyes never cloud

We see a snake and we gon' trade him, I can't keep em' around

They leech all of the love, you set a pick, I'm changing fits

And then I'm greening the dunks, like three, four on the bucks

Learn to never turn my back again, I walk with a hunch

Notre Dame, different jerseys, different stains, where the blade made a cut

Know it come to different stakes, when you play the game with us

They want beef, we give it braised like we packing up a lunch

In my prime time like I'm Deion, tryna hang my jersey up

Grabbing my grub, then I bounce, I'm in the town, following up

Drop all the bread in accounts, look at me now, say it's enough

Got 'em' all rocking my jersey, loving my sound, showing me love

Profit off being worried, now nobody, hard as us

Dug my spot in the mound, steady, so Tommy John never get me

I go Ramirez we smiting my sloppy arm not a lefty

I'm sliding into the plate, like I'm famished from lack of vitamin

Out the Park losing sight, better hang it up and retire it

Pop flying, igniting it, tearing up at the sight of it

Heart stopping like lidocaine, Charlie Cull probably liking it

I'm tryna ring it two times, Peyton, man

Whipping in the Bronco, gapping shit like Strahan

92 Mayhem, Bulls in the playpen

But I ain't in a hurry second guessing my picks

Scouts betting on the kid, in the second that the syllabus hit

I'm putting NY on my back, like I play for the Knicks

So many jerseys , so many jerseys, so many jerseys

Different sports, different teams, different jerseys

Different players, what it means, different jerseys

Tryna build a legacy of, different jerseys

Yeah, stacking my paper, ain't enough to be keeping me stable

Talk tough at the head of the table, speak enough and we cutting the cable

Running it back with the game in the cradle

It get cold in the month of the dreidel, no one to hold me back

But I ain't letting them sack

Big boy TALONZ, call 'em' the label

I been my team like I'm Daboll

Out in New York where they pout on the porch , the city is lost

The apple done rotted, I'm breaking it off

They not with the plot then I'm going Gano , and I'm kicking them all

So many field goals and small plays, then it all falls down like Ye

But forget it, I'm tired of searching for credit

So I take the flowers intercept it

No jerseys swapping, can't respect em

Hurry, flock to my incentives

Little Greek boy might fuck around

Eat some penny vodka out in Venice

No circle talk, No apprentice

They turtle walk as a menace