Patrick Ewing

[Intro: FBG Cash]

Hahaha (Err)

Ayy, GoDumb, I’m finna dunk on these niggas, man (Swish)

I feel like, “Fuck it,” man (Swish, Clout Boyz)

“I’m in the game, get me up off the bench then”

(Levi, you crazy)
[Chorus: FBG Cash]

I’m goin’ hard from the start to the finish, the beginnin’

I’m a legend, all I ever knew was winnin’

Lot of niggas play the game, they don’t do it like I do it

I be dunkin’ on these niggas, swear, I feel like Patrick Ewing

I be scorin’ on my mans, got him mad ’cause he can’t

He could move to the stands or get slammed in the paint

A lot of niggas play the game, they don’t it like I do it (NBA shit, man)

I be dunkin’ on these niggas, swear, I feel like Patrick Ewing (Let’s get it)

[Verse 1: FBG Cash]

First quarter, ball up, and the crowd got me crunk

Throw the ball, alley-oop, ’cause bitch, I’m goin’ for the dunk

Give the ball up, we steal it back, they give it back to me

I want a fastbreak, but I got all these niggas hackin’ me

No question I’m the man when I’m playin’ in the middle

Post up a dumb fuck and then I slam on the center

Dunkin’ out the gym, hangin’ on the rim ’cause I’m arrogant

Coaches tellin’ me to calm down, but I ain’t hearin’ it

I growl ’cause I’m wild, you will never know what’s next with me

Flagrant with the foul, so the ref might throw a tech at me

Captain of the squad, when I ball, I be goin’ nuts

Disrespect my guards, swear to God, boy, it’s goin’ up[Chorus: FBG Cash & FBG Young]

I’m goin’ hard from the start to the finish, the beginnin’

I’m a legend, all I ever knew was winnin’

Lot of niggas play the game, they don’t do it like I do it

I be dunkin’ on these niggas, swear, I feel like Patrick Ewing

I be scorin’ on my mans, got him mad ’cause he can’t

He could move to the stands or get slammed in the paint

A lot of niggas play the game, they don’t it like I do it

I be dunkin’ on these niggas, swear, I feel like Patrick Ewing[Verse 2: FBG Young]

Woke up in the hall of fame, I been ballin’ like a athlete

Marathon runnin’ through them thangs like a trackmeet

Flyer than a pilot, but the boy still poke heat

I’m boss, you employee, get laid off with that thirty

Money vision, money see, got a sight like Raven [?]

High off a key, quarter key, I put ’em on display

Rob who? I got more shots than the NBA

Stay up in the stands or get fanned when that semi spray

Shout out to my gang, damn, look what I invented

But shout out two and three, that’s brodie and they was with me

Why these niggas hatin’ if he really what they envy?

I’m like Mike with a assist from Scottie Pippen, let’s get it

[Chorus: FBG Cash]

I’m goin’ hard from the start to the finish, the beginnin’

I’m a legend, all I ever knew was winnin’

Lot of niggas play the game, they don’t do it like I do it

I be dunkin’ on these niggas, swear, I feel like Patrick Ewing

I be scorin’ on my mans, got him mad ’cause he can’t

He could move to the stands or get slammed in the paint

A lot of niggas play the game, they don’t it like I do it

I be dunkin’ on these niggas, swear, I feel like Patrick Ewing