[Hook]
And the game's on the line, we don't want to be behind with 2 minutes 40 seconds to go.
And there's something to decline, I'm instead losing my mind, so I take a look around at the coach
I'm saying, "put me in coach, I'm ready to go and I don't care if the game on the line.
Put changing numbers on the sign, get me up off this pine, when I fumble do this everytime."
And it's time. It's time
(yep yep, yep yep)
[Verse 1]
Look, now when the game is on the line, I'm ready for competition,
It dont take no coach permission, I'll always play my position. I'm a leader but I listen
They tell me the time is ticking but I'll still ain't gonna let them see me sweat.
No, but when your palms all sweaty, hear your stomach butterflyish
If you miss it, you're a loser. If you make it, you're the flyest.
Pedals to be the highest, but always remain humble as long as you walking up, you can stumble
If you want to be a doctor or a lawyer, long as you not on the corner, long as them grades is good, you can do what the fuck you want ta.
I ain't trying to be a bitch, nor your mother or father. If you don't give a fuck then why the fuck would I even bother.
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I can dribble pass your team, I drive through traffic, and when the dunk, now your school, need to buy new basket,
You foul me, you know it's on so why you asking.
I'll bounce in the stands like you buy new classic.
On the court focus still sneak a peak at your ho and the crowd to the beat sneak a squeak on the floor,
To get me at your college, you'd best pay me, give me a car, help me cheat on my SAT.
Steal class in the bathroom and roll up a blunt. shoot dice at lunch and won't show up for pratice.
Me and Jordan got the same kind of hang time, I'm gonna get drunk and fucked up but still ready come game-time.
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Cuz I'm a coach; not a playa, they tell ya'll no, they tell me yeah.
The rhyme say I make 3-point shots look like layups.
I pick and roll wit whoever, you see thes letters on my jersey so you know who's betta.
The starting 5 is cobra, take a look at it, Murph throw the ball through his legs and back wit it like hot-sauce did it.
Big Lee's our center bro', he throw the ball as hella-hard.
I'm a point like a guard and my range is hella-far.
Slo's mascot never playing hard, him and J.B. to a betta car.
Betta car, who betta car? him and J.B. to a betta car.
So put me in coach, so put me in coach. I am so fly that you gotta put me in coach.
[Hook - Ending]
1 extra: It's time at ending
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