Long Live The Mamba
I make sh*t shake up in broad day
I'm disrespectful as fukk.
In high school, I found out one of the players on the rival school had a grandmother that just died.
He was at the free throw line with a chance to send it into overtime.
Right when he shot the free throw, I was standing at halfcourt and cried out "NANNA"
He missed it and all his family members rushed towards me from the stands.
I stood there likerepeating "city champs. city champs" as security held them back









repeating "city champs. city champs" as security held them back

@ the old geezer standing up
