Hard in the paint
Back and forth,
back and forth,
runnin down the court
Can't imagine anything.
Nothing stronger,
im the king of this court,
come at me brother.
They see me on the streets
they see me in the church
they want to take me in the paint,
but really it always ends in hate.
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