CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : T-Top vs. B. Dot

Yesterday at the faceoffs, you told me that you played college football right?
I did my research
They said that boy's a star
But then his grades wasn't adding up
So the school had to call it off
He started rapping
Then his coaches didn't call at all
He had to place football behind bars like the longest yard
Now that's another story
Y'all gave the bear a college dropout
Yay (Ye)
This must be a cover story
But he got nothing for me
So just wait until I get a Glock
They asking why not take Swamp on this card instead of Dot?
I told them I'm a dig his plot
But Summer Madness the Grammy's
And I ain't Dr. Miami so I ain't into giving b*t*hes shots
Now back to how you missed your shot
Th3 Saga created it playa, but I don't like the way he told the story
So if you gon' get mad then (Madden) consider this your road to glory
Dawg, you was wild lucky
Everybody was believing in yo ass
They said you could be the greatest, if only he could pass
You failed them
You was supposed to be the leader of the pack
Acting woke for the people but you was sleeping in your class
Is that the reason why you mad?
Cause you was flunking back in LA?
Surrounded by Cholos and Vatos
But learned nothing from them Eses (essays)
See
See
See to preach to me dawg
To preach to me dawg
You gotta be accepting of your own flaws
Reflecting on your own loss
But you couldn't even focus on your homework
So stop telling me you go hard
Cause my dawg caught a felony in high school
And he still graduated with that F on his report card
n***a
So if you ask me dawg then you the one wilding
You went from possibly getting a million dollar NFL contract
To a URL thousand
Dawg
Don't you see how you could have been doing interviews with Big Shaq, you know, Shannon Sharpe?
Now it's just interviews with Jay Blac and Anwar
I guess you the real champion now
Dawg I knew this was a body the moment Smack hand me the files
I said he quitting or fixing the kitchen floor
Either way he gotta hand in the towel
But we gon' handle it now
But we gon' handle it now
And I ain't got nothing against the lame
But you been lost since a kid even your mother probably feel the pain
You couldn't even keep up with the dish she brought you
Man that sh*ts a shame
He be like "Ma you seen my EA Spo-"
b*t*h it's in the game
Now his friends can't even get on the sticks with him
He make them feel the pressure
He be like "Yeah that was nice, but in real life I could've did it better"
And that's the part that had me bursting out laughing
Cause you could've had the Madden curse n***a
Now you at home just cursing out Madden
Telling your kids old stories like
"Daddy was the man on the field, the crowd love me "
He always talking about his high school days
He Al Bundy
That's why I'm straight confused
That's why I'm straight confused
On the message that you use to convey the youth
Cause you like teaching them Black power
Yo dumbass should be telling them to stay in school
And I know why you wasn't conscious in school
Cause you ain't have the balls to carry it
You was more focused on the game and the ball you carrying
Now you woke, lying to the people with all this arrogance
But where was Pan-African
When you was tryna be All-American?
n***a
n***a
Now you moving like Lux when you rap
I mean you always had his way with words
But you went from doing the Heisman
To the DJ moves
Well ain't it funny how the tables turn?
See see see
See you had a way out the hood bro, you really could've been set with paper
You from Cali, you could've played for the Rams or even been a Raider
Now you stuck in the hood as a rapper
I guess it's second nature
Well just know you made yourself a stereotype
And that's just for the record, player
I mean, damn
I bet your moms thought you was at the top of the class or even the team
Thought you would make it out of school and go straight for the league
College sh*t, scholarships
But what did it mean?
See you could say I sold my momma anything
Except for a dream, pu**y
And that ain't nothing to laugh at scrat
That ain't nothing to laugh at scrat
Cause he was headed for the Super Bowl
And barely made the Super Bowl of battle rap
And if you tell n***as you deserve this card
You're a f**king liar
That's why they got my face on a billboard
And yours on the f**king flyer
And the worst part about is
Ain't Caffeine headquarters stationed in Cali?
And they ain't paid one red cent to put your face up in Cali
Now that would straight up embarrass me
Not falling on a stage
I went from Mook to you pu**y, I'm falling anyway
Concrete