Championships Lyrics

I'm in this game for the championships

Hitting my shots I don't know how to miss

Look at my trophies I've been on my shit

Too many rings I don't know if they fit

I'm in this game for the championships

Hitting my shots I don't know how to miss

Look at my trophies I've been on my shit

Too many rings I don't know if they fit on my hands

Best on the team I get kicked out the league

I might fly overseas and go play in Japan

Pictures on posters get held by the fans

Head in the game but my face in the stands

Shooting my shot turn my back to the rim

As they watch it go in then I do my lil dance

Shorty impressed by the way that I play

She gon ask where I stay she forgot bout her mans

I got no problem with that

She throwing it back

Recording that shit on the cam

We switching positions she move with precision

I might just have to put this shit on the gram

I seen all the tapes and you a disgrace I spit in yo face

Like I'm Kevin Durant

Run through the city like we from Jamaica

We making some noise getting loud like cicadas

Last of my kind I was born an omega

They trimming some fat but I cannot be traded

Just look at my drip

They compare me to Skip cuzz I'm leaving them bae less

Even my rating is faded cuzz that shit the highest

So clutch on the court and I'm not even trying

No time on the clock so they pass me the rock

Then I throw up my shot got the crowd going silent shh

The crowd has gone absolutely silent in here jeff

The atmosphere is insane

That it is

With only 5 seconds left and they need a three to win let's see what they do

Ullah inbounds the ball

He hands it off to CIV

CIV from behind the arc

Three two for the win its in

I'm in this game for the championships

Hitting my shots I don't know how to miss

Look at my trophies I've been on my shit

Too many rings I don't know if they fit

I'm in this game for the championships

Hitting my shots I don't know how to miss

Look at my trophies I've been on my shit

Too many rings I don't know if they fit on my

Self-alley oop so I get the assists

No I in team but they got one in bitch

Win us the chip get the key to the city

They throw a parade all my n***** is with me

I sign a new deal for a couple of milly

Got 76 like I play up in Philly

Run every spot on the floor

Cannot be guarded defenders is watching me score

My skill is lowkey like my brother is Thor

To you this a game but to me this is war

Godly whenever I step on the court

Since yall are my sons ya ass getting crossed

Never retire not passing the torch

I only see wins so I'm blind to a loss

Do what I want cuzz I'm not getting tossed

I play every roll from ref to the coach

I shake like Hakeem when I get in the post

Throw a hook like Kareem and I aim for the throat

Best in the league and it's not even close

Let my game do the talking there's no need to boast

That must be the reason they pay me the most

All this money to burn turn my bread into toast

Fingers is shining from all of my rings

How we talking bout goats and not mention my name