Ugh, Give me a blacktop
Give me a hardwood, Give me a pumped rock
Give me a pair of sneaks, Give me a little breeze
Give me a little space, I'm surgical with the 3

This if for the up all nights
90 degree angle, getting the form right
Headlines shining on the rim, getting buckets in
Staying out of trouble but the game got us hustling
Suicides at night, enough to tuck us in
We getting high as Mike, kicks is stupid tight
Energy out of sight, we ooping the rock
Scooping the shot, giving whatever we've got till we drop
That's our magic, that's our escape for hours
Pushing the pace, sweating showers into gym towels
No blood no foul we limp home
To do it all again, the rim has been home

Ugh, Give me a blacktop
Give me a hardwood, Give me a pumped rock
Give me a pair of sneaks, Give me a little breeze
Give me a little space, I'm surgical with the 3

If your living for League Pass, I got you
If you've got to dribble with no ball
Or practice better form in the middle of work
Looking absurd, word up, I've got you
This is for me and my best friend teaming 3 on 3
The only 20 year olds in a senior league
Getting worked by these cats with creaky knees
Knowing in 30 years that that'll be me
Because we bleed cliches for the game
Arguing all day over plays that we made
Debating our squad or going hard in 2k
Take a picture of the net, you see our DNA

Ugh, Give me a blacktop
Give me a hardwood, Give me a pumped rock
Give me a pair of sneaks, Give me a little breeze
Give me a little space, I'm surgical with the 3

Envision me giving a spectacular
Show before I step, towards the left
Square up my legs and chest in line with the net
Let it go the throw is wet
You could lock me in a cell with 4 walls
Surrounding a court with a ball and I'd be set
If you let me sit in front of an LCD with NBATV stuck on the screen
I'm set
In my worst days, in my worst moods
Nothing ever gets me right like hoops do
Not comics, wrestling or rap
Basketballs the only thing that can bring me right back