Fried Chicken Jersey

Lyrics

Intro
Night game
Blood on the chain
Stains on the paint
I don’t feel sane (nah)

Verse 1
Dribble to the curb, that’s a sideline chalk
Eyes on the house, hear the rivals talk
Pads on the frame, I’m a crash test fiend
Run through a body like it ain’t no thing

Blacktop slick, that’s a head hit quick
Helmet to the jaw, watch ’em fold, that’s sick
You stand in the way, you a target grinnin’
Face greasy in the flash, you like fried chicken

I’m up in the rafters, I’m watchin’ the court
Mascot mask when I’m stalking the sport
Scoreboard red, that’s a pulse go missin’
Whole crowd roar while they clean up the victim (yeah)

Chorus
Ball in my hand, I don’t play, I hunt
Hard foul, late hit, straight to the front
You in my lane, you get tossed, I’m winnin’
You look sweet in the light, you like fried chicken

Slide on the field, black grass, no witness
Hit so hard make a whole soul shiftless
Don’t be food when the whole team spinnin’
You smell fear in the air, you like fried chicken (hey!)

Verse 2
Baseline trap, that’s a cage, not fun
Whistle never blow, that’s a loaded gun
Cleats in your ribs, hear the cartilage crack
Ref turn around, never saw that sack

Locker room laughs, that’s a funeral joke
Jersey in the rafters, mama still broke
Hang up your shoes, hang your name on a ribbon
Body get cold on the couch in the kitchen

I see drumlines chant for the next one slain
Halftime show for the trauma and pain
Gold teeth grin while the bruises glisten
You soft in the middle, you like fried chicken (yeah, yeah)

Chorus
Ball in my hand, I don’t play, I hunt
Hard foul, late hit, straight to the front
You in my lane, you get tossed, I’m winnin’
You look sweet in the light, you like fried chicken

Slide on the field, black grass, no witness
Hit so hard make a whole soul shiftless
Don’t be food when the whole team spinnin’
You smell fear in the air, you like fried chicken (woah)