Practice by Johnny Champagne Lyrics

[Intro}
Yeah
Aye, yeah
Yeah
I might need to combine a couple other ones too 'cause I do have some...

[Verse 1]
A young poet, no pages
Stay trippin, no laces
All my thoughts is in italics, all my actions bold faces
Thoughts is kinda wild, all my actions so dangerous
They stare, I’m walking by because the gas is so fragrant

[Chorus]
Shit, I’m going 'round the world, I had to cop another visa
Momma told me 'fore I go to take the chicken out the freezer
My crew in Red Lobster, balance working with the leisure
I should get the house salad 'cause I always get Caesar

I pour my drink too strong but I sip slow
Gone so much that shit don’t really ever hit home
The more I see, the less that shock me as I get grown
She gave me her number but still rocking with a flip phone
I'm Moto Z in 2020
I don’t fuck with fake niggas but I see many-many
Girl shy at the club, said she need henny-henny
She only drink on occasion, smoke the weed plenty-plenty
She don’t watch tv but she read plenty-plenty
Just moved to Bushwick in the deep genny-gennys

[Verse 2]
But I can’t blame her for the system
That make way for rich people leave the poor with evictions
You gon' listen to a stoner smoking weed, no prescription
Hitting different
Now I’m tryna start spending all my time on my mental
Taking notes, I’m jotting with my pencil
I own the fucking game, this ain’t a rental
I know the fucking game, this is practice
I stole the fucking keys, I'm giving access
It’s cold up in these streets so bring your chapstick

[Verse 3]
A young poet, no pages
Stay running, no races
From the chocolate-loving white girls that I know be so racist
Niggas popping on the 'gram but they be wack and so basic
You got few thousand, yeah I know, you so famous
[Chorus]
I’m going 'round the world, I had to cop another visa
Momma told me 'fore I go to take the chicken out the freezer
My crew in Red Lobster, balance working with the leisure
I should get the house salad 'cause I always get Caesar

I pour my drink too strong but I sip slow
Gone so much that shit don’t really ever hit home
The more I see, the less that shock me as I get grown
She gave me her number but still rocking with a flip phone

I'm Moto Z in 2020
I don’t fuck with fake niggas but I see many-many
Girl shy at the club, said she need henny-henny
She only drink on occasion, smoke the weed plenty-plenty
She don’t watch tv but she read plenty-plenty
Just moved to Bushwick in the deep genny-gennys

[Outro: Allen Iverson]
"I know it's important, I do, I honestly do
But we talking about practice, man, what are we talking about?
Practice? We talking about practice, man
We talking about practice. We talking about practice
We ain't talking about the game, we talking about practice
When you come in the arena and you see me play, you see me play, don't you?
You see me give everything I got, right?
But we talking about practice right now! We talking about-
Man, look, I hear you, it's funny to me too. And it's strange to me to, but we talking about practice
We ain't even talking about the game, the game where it actually matters."