Game time Do a crime Don't waste the time I'm in my prime Make your shots Play some D I'll cross you Then you’ll see We in the finals We can win Down by 5  Then up by 10 Don’t get get too cocky It ain’t over Win or lose No more booze It’s only half time Up by nine Cleanup on aisle seven Imma put you career in heaven Shoot a three Make a three Set me a pick And the lane is free Im the star Made it far Take a knee Pay the fee Come guard me and you’ll see Now look at me Smiling with glee I took your bitch and she took this D Roll the dice Pay the price Im not nice Your like mice In a house Screaming spouse Raised up blouse On a table Chew the cable Thats your label Baby in a cradle From the free throw Ninety seven, ninety eight If we win so much hate Read twitter, stay up late Unlike you im a true team mate I ain’t afraid Do your best Your still a pest This ain’t no test Give it a rest Your not better Just submit your retirement letter. This games over One twenty eight - one twenty three Im the star Your a bust Only time i try is when i must You ate the dust You look like rust I am done This was fun Ill still be the one shining under the sun. Im on fire Your a liar Your manager is up for hire This is your sign to retire kobe is who i admire i might be the star but he still flies higher ill put you ankles in in the fryer pull your teeth out with some pliers because im your worst nightmare id teach you how respect is earned but you would never learn step out of line, its the next guys turn