Larry Bird (feat. GREA8GAWD & Knowledge The Pirate)

Ah, ah, Larry Bird
Like Magic to Bird (Uh)
You heard? Uh
Whip work, Larry Bird, yo

Threw a four in the Sprite to get wavy
I slept like a white baby (Uh), lately I’ve been writing crazy (Yeah)
Just maybe they thought I might’ve got lazy
I'm sick, not God can’t save me (Lord)
Nor any concoction made by Dr. Sebi (Uh)
It’s Roc Marci baby, hide ya lady (Hide that bitch)
Shout out to Maybe, shit got hotter than Haiti (Hot)
Let off the chipper, gave him a round eighty
Sprayed the Mercedes (Bah, bah, bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah)
My guys blast for me (Blast for me)
'Fore I had money like Bad Bunny
My son a rider, not a crash dummy
But no cap, beloved, crash out for me (Ooh)
That goes without saying (Say less)
I will go in your mouth without down payment from Al Haymon (Yup)
I'm amazing, uh (Woo)
Haters go out they way to downplay it (Sucka shit)
It’s flagrant (Foul, uh-huh)
You know the name of the game is relationships
Ain’t no way a lame can relate to this
Our caretakers was freebasing in the crib (Smoking), tuh
The first bitch I hit some young lady that used to babysit
Opps can’t infiltrate the clique like it’s Operation Paper Clip
It don’t cost a lot of paper to get you clipped
This ain’t no clickbait (Uh-uh)
They thought maybe we came to fish (We ain’t fishing), uh, shit
So much fish, eighty bricks, kid, it made the table flip
Marci

Whip game tight, you heard? (Tight, you heard?)
Whip white, Larry Bird (Larry Bird)
Pass a bird like Magic to Bird (Uh)
You heard? (Uh)
Thirty-three, Larry Bird (Larry Bird)
Whip white, Larry Bird (Larry Bird)
Thirty-three, Larry Bird (Larry Bird)
Wrist did magic with the bird (Uh)
You heard?

The labels keep asking me to be patient
My mind’s aligned, my heart’s fine, my wrist need a vacation
Like Neil Carter, it need a break
I'm almost certain for seven years it been fractured and need a brace
Y’all can’t fuck with me man (GREA8GAWD)
I'm talking decades of endless twisting (Chefing)
I’ll front you a bird after Thanksgiving under one condition (What’s that?)
Gotta be Muslim, can’t be Christian (Why?)
'Cause a Christian'll do anything to see they kids smile at Christmas
(You are now listening to GAWD [?])
You see little Ricky jumping for joy
He’ll turn his back on his boy and run off with that bundle of joy
Dope dealers turn to scriptwriters
You cannot sit by us, I played Maryland like Len Bias
Lil nigga, I been flyest (Talk)
I’ve been nice since Iceberg made history
Taking bus trips like Richard Pryor and Cecily
Now these people know my name way out in Sicily
White girl in the front row yelling: GAWD, come christen me
I knew this shit would happen eventually (Yeah)
And if you too young for busting loose
I was chopping up a deuce when Arnold was scared of Gooch (Yeah)
I got Latin quarter pics, you need some truth?
Never drank, only thing kept falling was the roof (Ahh)
Let me give y’all time to digest (Go)
I ain’t attracted to skinny, I like em cornfed
If she ain’t thick, she get shot down like Cornbread (Pimpire)
Mon frere, let’s get one thing clear
Bad boy, I whip a bird like Bill Laimbeer
GAWD

Yo, check it, me and Marci like Magic and Kareem
Lighting purple, dripped in gold, out in L.A. with the team
Feel like we playing in Boston, all this white and this green
I see you son, keep doing your thing
Listen, yo, we got a new plug in Medellin
Threw Larry the bird from four [?] to Fort Greene
Son got a brick and a half and did his thing
Got picked up for two different murders and didn’t sing
(That nigga ain’t say nothing, son)
Give us a hardwood classic type of game
Then son became the number one draft pick for the chain
My [?] very passionate about the game
The way he quick to lift up his ratchet and let it bang
Listen, yo, he threw it in the air, we gon catch it and do our thang
And that’s how you score the winning basket for your team
My man said he just got out of traffic with them things, yo
(I’ll see you in a minute son)