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Alexander Garcia - Record Breakers Lyrics

[Verse 1] - Connor Wade

Out here makin' moves
In a damn fame
Hate all you want
Never be the same
Buildin' my shit up
Staying in lane
Toughest white rapper since Harlow came
Realest in this bitch
Know my damn name
Flash like Adobe
Paparazzi done with homie
Say "I shoot like I'm Kobe"
Stay shined like a trophy
Hottest in this game
Was a underdog
Trying to contain
You already know
Running through the plain
Thought I'd fall off
Stay in the frame
Don't play the vape
Never point the blamе
Focus on the vision
Head of the gamе
Top so clumsy
Stacks feelin' foey
Lyrics too clean
Never fuckin' funny
They all watching
Acting too nosey
You so tired
Always fuckin' nosey
Game-winning moves
Like Bob Cousy
Pass it on to A-Garc, that's an assist
Now I'm fucking pissed
Record-breakers like
Curry don't miss
That's an assist
Stockton with the dish
[Verse 2] - A-Garc

That's an assist to a master lyricist
I know you are feeling this
Movin' your hips
Bobbing your head
Shakin' your shit
Waving your hands
Keep it real we keep it true
Make you feel everything we do
Every word we say
Every ball we rack
Now we runnin' this ring
Goin' lap for lap
Hold up, hold up!
Slow down, slow down!
I don't play that shit
Bitch turn up the sound
Crank the volume
Make it loud
And when you sing my song, baby sing it proud
We some young OGs comin' here to say:
"Man, fuck the old me, I'm here to stay!"
And I ain't from no streets
I still got homies
But they don't know me
I'm feeling lonely
C-Wade can hold me
Hold me down but still hype me up
And when we go to town, we gon' light shit up
It's gonna bounce here
It's goin' down in here
You hear that sound in here?
I smell a pound in here
It's gettin' loud in here
We got a crowd in here
So bitch, get out of here
I don't care your size
I don't like them thighs
They don't catch my eye
Like money and fame
It's all in my brain
All I do is pray
For the day you gon' say my name
Got an alley-oop
I throw it off the hoop
And Wade flushes it through
Just like Shaq would do
Feeling like a king
LeBron in his prime
Y'all know I could sing
But you ain't know I could rhyme