3rd Pick / Phone A Friend

(album: Depth Chart - 2013)

[3rd Pick]

"And now, we are ready for the 3rd pick and the Chicago Bulls, who have been drafting very high down through the years, and they have the 3rd pick today
The Chicago Bulls pick..."

H-hello? Hey, Mom. What? I know, I told you, I told you, I told you I was gonna do it, I couldn't... I know, I love you, Mom. Ay, hold on though, hold on because, lemme call you back 'cause Grandma's calling me. Alright, alright, love you

Hello? Hello? Lauren, lemme talk to Grandma. Why're you, why're you ca-, why're you calling on Grandma's phone? Hey, Grandma. Thank you, thank you. Love you too. Ay, ay, Coach, Coach Roberts is calling me, though. Alright, I'll talk to you later

Hello? Hey, Coach. Thanks so much. Thank you. Oh no yeah, yeah, I gotchu, I gotchu but, um... But, ay, lemme go, m-, uh, is calling me. Yeah, aight

[Phone A Friend]

Hello? Wassup! Wassup, man? Yo, I miss you, bro. Getting locked up and shit. What, bro? Lemme tell me, bro! Tell me, nigga, for real, tell me. Alright, hold on, lemme put you on speaker

Glad you doing good
Great you're doing fine
Seems like I'm defined for being confined
Trapped behind these bars for a little bit of BS
But when I heard your name at that draft
I knew we'd be blessed
No more dirty money
Finally cleaning up this mess that I call life
Just glad the judge didn't call "life"
But now and then, even refs miscall, right?
See you soon, my brother
You know we gotta ball, right?

You know I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you
You're my brother, all these suckas say that even if you
Didn't get locked, you still wouldn't get a spot
At the top of the draft, like your pops
And I just say, "I love you"
No matter what, you were my teammate
My brother, my best friend
Your mother is blessed, man
I know the media was all over you
Feel like they smother you
Like a celebrity with new breasts, man

Shit, and I'll never be a "Yes Man"
But if they ask me that you're the best
The answer's yes, man
And if I get married, you know you'll be my best man
Seems like yesterday, we growing up in the 'jects, fam
Now all you do is see green like a Jets fan
All these bad chicks and private jets, damn
Make sure you stay humble, forget the rest
I'm proud of you, fam, wish you much success

I got you, brother
Actually, I got great news
I'm coming back home, your way, for a week or two
It's gon' be just like old times, me and you
Young and reckless, looking for a freak or two
I'mma be honest, it's difficult to figure out what's going down
Head going in circles, merry-go-rounds
Am I happy, sad, scared, anxious?
Smiley or frowns?
Am I growing up or growing down?
Down

Yeah
Am I growing up or growing down?
Down
Am I growing up or growing down?
Down