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My hops They wanna see me gone 'cause of my hops Shot in the dome 'cause of my hops And ballin' no more 'cause of my hops My hops They wanna see me sprayed 'cause of my hops And sleeping in a grave 'cause of my hops And not getting paid 'cause of my hops [Verse 2] I'm paid, I gives a fuck about a win I'm trying to get me a nasty bam in A loss I don't bar I leave the court and get freaked by three stars That's the life of a G My hoop shorts too long to ever see a knee White or black T-shirt, that's a bet And I'm always dry, 'cause real ballers never sweat Damn, a thug got game I could've hooped in the pros, but motherfuck a plane And boys know where I be Marian, ballin', is where to find me Hooping on a Thursday night Rising to the occasion, and taking time flight And, oh yeah, I got that thang with me Under the bleachers you'll do a 360

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