Andy Mineo - Team lyrics

[BEAM:] Everybody! Everybody! Hey! Beam solid we ain't in no hurry We no need to Napalm we Jersey The number on my back should thirty Come more rush the fire like Curry We don't need to judge, we a jury I'm on a green bro, we don't play dirty We have a eyeshadow a named Birdy We have Magic and Cream like McFlurry [?] like the fire in the kitchen Try to stand firm, but now you walkin' out to the prison Still walk outta there and [?] In like Jordan, but still need a Pippen [Chorus:] Nobody can do it themselves It don't work Me try that already, eh Do put those doves into flight, eh No one an island in life Nobody can do it themselves It don't work Me try that already, eh Do put those doves into flight, eh [?] [Andy Mineo:] Look, I was battle rappin' in them bars, ay Fifteen couldn't drive a car, no way Momma drove me, waiting in the back like, hey Walk out wit the prize money like, yay Uh, suit up How I went from screw up Rappin' on the school bus to now they rap the tour bus Then we executed all the plays that we drew up Got the j**elry in me so why would I need a j**eler Runnin' that court like wooh Follow my boys they knew I don't say what I think Only say what I know Let 'em all run they mouth Then I run up the score When you game lads, you don't gotta talk at all Look I don't want no business unless its win, win, win How ya air ball, blame the rim, rim, rim When you drive thirty they all wanna wear your jersey But I tell you right now, they ain't your friend, friend, friend And shooting all shot, playing no D You two game pop, how you shoot three huh? Win the chip, then we cut the net One thing you don't forget, huh? [Chorus] [Wordsplayed:] Back then, had the music so loud that the cops came Told them I am not equipped but they still gang, gang Wade, Bosh, James All aboard the ship, we just want the chip, chip That's the way we ball, it's that little flip, flip Last supper man, I'ma need a sip, sip UberXL, rollin' with the clique, clique Two three, with the three three in the nine six Pete Miller, no limits sitting on the go tech Aquemini, ATL Fam, do or die Still black on both sides like its '99 Bobby Boucher since the 2K In the kitchen all day with the soufflé Next tour we gonna Parlez-vous français? Magic [?] never put the chain on Ye All hustle, no huddle that's reckless All macho, no muscle that's headless Your Cuban got a weak link Even Jesus saw the twelve shrink [Chorus]