The Next LeBron Zion Williamson 2018-19 Duke Hype Mixtape

In the fall of 2018, I will be joining the Brotherhood of Duke University. Say what? Bitch, I'm about to blow up. Hey, I came up, I warmed up, the next stop. Bitch, I'm about to blow up. Now don't it sound legendary? Livin' up to resurrect the dead and buried. This for niggas who ain't satisfied with secondary. This for my sisters who ain't satisfied with secretary. I'm blowin' up and bitch, I'm still me. But what's the cost to live the dreams, do you feel me? Everything glittering ain't what you think it will be. Funny how money chains and whips make me feel free. I'm starring in this bitch and yeah, I write the show. **** the haters, I'm headed to that place you like to go. They say what you fightin' for, the game is on life support. And Gary Coleman just padded, life is short. Bitch, I'm about to blow up. Look, I'm about to blow up. Yeah, got to the club early just to get it free. And wait for hoes to show up. Man, but now it's bottles at them tables. Bring the models, boy, I'm about to blow up. Uh-huh, you know what? Bitch, I'm about to blow up. Left side, left side, hey. Right side, right side, uh-huh. Left side, left side, hey. Bitch, I'm about to blow up. Hey, this is a song for my haters. Bitch, I'm about to blow up. Yeah, y'all got me feeling like the greatest. Said I'm about to blow up. Hey, this is a song for my haters. Uh-huh, look I'm about to blow up. Y'all got me feeling like the greatest. Yeah, bitch I'm about to blow up. Mama say I should reconsider law school. That means I wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful. Hell nah, got a degree but what that cost you? You make a good salary just to pay Sally Mae. That's real as ever. Duck and build collectors like Jehovah's Witness. When they showed up at your door at Christmas. Was broke as dishes, trying to let it go. Hit the club, she drop it low, lower than my credit score. Account overdraft, what I got is debit four. So much debt it got me drinking, thinking bitch I better blow. I better blow. These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle. You bought her like Mexico. Hey baby girl, what it look like? Hey where your hair at? Hey what you cook like? She say where your bread at? Or what's your whip like? You ain't got one or the other. Well brother goodnight. Bitch I'm about to blow up. Look I'm about to blow up. Yeah, got to the club early just to get it free. Can't wait for hoes to show up. Man, but now it's bottles at them tables. Bring the models, boy I'm about to blow up. Uh-huh, you know what? Bitch I'm about to blow up. Left side, left side, hey. Right side, right side, uh-huh. Left side, left side, hey. Bitch I'm about to blow up. Hey, this is a song for my haters. Bitch I'm about to blow up. Yeah, y'all got me feeling like the greater. Uh, you said I'm about to blow up. Hey, this is a song for my haters. Look I'm about to blow up. Y'all got me feeling like the greater. Bitch I'm about to blow up. Praise God, it's hard to stay spiritual. How they got these niggas on the TV selling miracles? You mean to tell me everything gon' be fine? If I call your hotline and pay $29.99? Shit. Well damn, why ain't you say so? Take this check and ask God to multiply all my pesos. And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes. I saved the number just in case, but now it's case closed. To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter. You'll never be me, partner, so it don't ******* matter. You try to be in your career or see funerals. And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful. And maybe you can blow up. Shit, but you know what? For now, bitch I'm about to blow up.