“Numbers don’t lie, check the scoreboard."
"Shooters on my team... No really, I got shooters on my team."
"This is Roc Nation Pledge your allegiance."
"As fate would have it, Jay’s status appears / To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye / When I come back like Jordan, wearing the 4-5.”
"Hovi baby, you Kobe maybe Tracy McGrady, matter fact, you a Harold Miner, J.R. Rider, washed up on marijuana/Even worse you a Pervis Ellis, you worthless fella.”
"Before The Answer was a 3 / I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, lawyer chick"
“I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive / If not I just handle it like Jason Kidd.”
“They say it’s celestial, it’s all in the stars, like Tony La Russa on how you play your Cards.”
"NFL investigations/Oh don't make me laugh/FBI investigation/We stood up to that”
"Scott Boras, you over baby/Robinson Cano, you coming with me”
I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggas never catch me
And I sport fly sh*t, I should win the ESPY
Psycho, I'm liable to go Michael, take your pick: Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6."
"Haters wanna ball, let me tighten up my drawstring. Wrong sport, boy, you know you’re as soft as a lacrosse team.”