Bill Russell - Waka Flocka Flame

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I can't trust myself , so hell nahh I can't trust you
I'm ballin , you can call me Bill Russell
Point me to the court, coach it's my turn
I swear to dribble, base & don't cross over
Cause I'm ready
Cause I'm ready
Cause I'm ready
Cause I'm ready
Cause I'm Ready
Cause I'm ready

I remember sellin niks, dimes & them vickies
I got no love, I swear to god my heart empty
I remember when a nigga was young
Goin in auntie & grandma's pocketbook
Even my mama pocketbook , even stealin out the stores
Now I'm getting thirty five thousand for a show, I can buy my own store right now ,
Joke's on you bitch !

(Chorus)
I can't trust myself , so hell nahh I can't trust you
I'm ballin , you can call me Bill Russell
Point me to the court, coach it's my turn
I swear to dribble, base & don't cross over
Cause I'm ready
Cause I'm ready
Cause I'm ready
Cause I'm ready
Cause I'm Ready
Cause I'm ready

I remember uncle Joe talkin to me
Sayin everybody in this world some hungry man
So prepare ya dinner, so you don't be supper
My hood like pearl harbor , green like the jungle
Cool wit them ex lions & the tigers
Hell yeah you can call me a party animal
Eat a rap nigga , call me Hannibal
Dump em out the rear

Waka Flocka Flame - Bill Russell