DJ Toomp - Barry Sanders lyrics

[Intro: Paid in Full scene] Tryna stay up out the light Up out the spotlight The club And all that kinda stuff man Tryna hide, tryna ignore But its all fake Understand what I'm sayin? This life... This game... There ain't no lovin it it don't love you back I feel your hate… I do man But see man A n***a like me man I love the game I love the hustle Be feelin like one of them ball playin n***as you know Like Bird, Magic or somethin Yeah you know a n***a got dough, a n***a could lead the league But if I leave… The fans still gon love me man? [Verse 1] I need your admiration for infinity Not that this ain't lucrative, but I just need your energy I got the pa**ion to please, I will not gasp or fatigue And the way I'm ballin, gimme a Grammy or Danny O'B Standing OV, let these b**hes follow me And I just give them D, give them D like they is out the league Hasheem Thabeet and various other peoples The pressures of greatness always comes with critiquing Newest of sneakers, you consuming the bleachers Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense Double-M G up, we up, y'all just relax See uh, all my females show bust, Curtis Enis Nittany Lion, my Penn State it, n***as recite it I'm Michael Jordan major, you n***as Harold Miner p**y be all on me, we too young for romancin' My n***as never block, I think I'm Barry Sanders [Verse 2] Vic Page never made it, Len Bias never made it See God gave us the talent, but the devil make us famous My effort is contagious, so check this BOA sh** With this recording I'm as sick as Jordan before Game 6 Jazz talkin, I bet I pick and roll with your b**h You got some paper for me? Hit me on the Hornacek Walter Payton Mercedez, sweetness in every ride Hold on my pupils slowing, I don't got no lazy eye Kicking flows, pockets about as thick as strippers on poles Zone blocking with these b**hes, I'm just picking a hole Pardon that jargon but since I'm balling they getting salty They all catching feelings, I should Biletnikoff 'em Them n***as talking, they like man he official Man, you Olowokandi I'm just being Pacific I'm just bein' prolific, right now don't need no Mrs I got a rack of Trojans, no ring, my Lane Kiffin I'm tryin' pimp em I'm trying to be that cool All them b**hes Converse with me off that React Juice Now Jordan III my shoe, Double M G my crew When you do it big as Manute you make it seem minute Ricky Moore Flightposite, Mike Bibby blue Foams Interscope feeling like Charlotte when they traded Kobe you know? But I let it go, Rozay finna re-up He got himself a Kobe and they stuck with Vlade Divac And we no la de de da I don't care for any people Shallow b**hes go Hail Mary when I throw that D-Route Ha, now keep out, me and my whole team out And I'm as high as Deion feet is headed to the house