Common Sense - High Expectations lyrics

Yo, yo, check it

Unattached and calm, sundaes and pills I palm

with intentions to make it to the league

Intrigued by two-letter cars, SE's and GS'ses

On the court niggaz I leave like messages

Plagued by this ball-player exorcist

It's sort of foul how the world be reffin us

Kenny is our Moses in this five-on-five Exodus

For the game of life, full courts ain't preppin us

Schools want me, but the ghost of Mango haunts me

Plus they wanna crib me, way out in the country

I'm city like street lights and some games that be fights

Never worked on my left so it's hard to be right

Either rich poor or Mike is who I wanna be like

Story of many black males that I refuse to rewrite

Yo, brothers opinions is Bias-ed, like Len

that I'll end up like Ben, Wilson, still some pretend to be friends

Beneath the grin I see the ?gin spoke up and assure a?

More so than my soul, my jump shot is purer

People play juror, I witness the fall of legends

Once was the joint now they restin got a God given present

My gallant talent is like a magic

trick turned by a chick with a bad habit

Opportunity to move I grab it

Me and my moms have static, now I wreak Hennesey and havoc

Man to man talks with Kenny, send me to a zone

Been on my own for so long, my vocal tone's grown

Competition gets blown like speakers

when I cross her like Jesus out of bleachers, broads and beepers

Yeah I boogey it's all good, but it could be better

Want to stay eighteen forever

But now I stay on point like Rod in this Strickland

If Brooklyn courts was the canvas, then I would be the big man

From thoughts that pennies bring, I assemble teams like the Kenny

Kings

Think fast over breaks, dialect I'm dribbling

Remembering, night posters of Moses and the Supreme Court

Realizing, that rap and life are team sports

I follow deep thoughts

Moves never perceived thought lyrical Johnny Cochran

cause of the way I free thought

The system make a nigga think to make it that he need sports

or either to the tip he gotta resort

my seed'll be taught to start his own

In the, George Carter zone

Don't wanna be a dope MC living in his momma's home

Or speaking to my fans in a starving artist tone

Unknown zones I roam with mind architechter

Spark the lecture, emphasizing to let God direct ya