Cause we fresh on the game
I ain't interested in fame
I live in texas red white and blue, playin soccer come at me and my spanish crew
But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true
The game plan, the game plan
They talk say cool jew na the man
Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer
Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker
Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....
Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop
To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place
Soccer resembles how i ball cause bitch i'm different
I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk
// [daddy's in the game]
I'm going off the top of the brain
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