[Chorus: PNC]

One, two and it's on

When we come through, they keep it movin' along

As you can see no tattoos on their arm, nah

'Cause the demeanour speaks volumes and on a song

We're like Kobe and LeBron, Kobe and LeBron

See, you don't wanna play with a god, uh

We're like Kobe and LeBron, Kobe and LeBron

See, you don't wanna play with a god, nah

[Verse 1: PNC]

Kobe and LeBron, no one's beatin' that

You rumoured to be the best, I don't see the facts

Used to ride a BMX, do a bunny-hop

Now, I'm comin' at your throat like the money shot, pause

Flow on roids, it's like I'm on some cheatin' shit

Designer wear, yeah, always in the cleanest shit

These label chumps used to talk on some demeanin' shit

Now, they're on that "We should do brunch, have a meetin'" shit

Fuck outta here, you cowards get the treatment

Retreat to linin' up for clubs that we frequent

We leave with a thing, you look like you can't breathe

Kobe and LeBron shit, I should wear an arm sleeve

I should wear a ring now, I out-play the field

Rappers say they're soldiers, I guess that I'm a Navy Seal

Haters still be crumblin' over nothin'

Stuntin' hard, and now they're recoverin' from concussion

On a production, I beast

Fuck a track list, call my shit the deceased

Chasin' the dope chicks straight in the chalice

Don't talk shit, then run straight to the police, never that

Play at a level that they only aspire to

Writin' the fire raps, fight music you riot to

Flyin' through the air, these suckers struggle for playin' time

Kobe and LeBron, David Stern, the game is mine

[Chorus: PNC, David Dallas]

One, two and it's on

When we come through, they keep it movin' along

As you can see no tattoos on their arm, nah

'Cause the demeanour speaks volumes and on a song

We're like Kobe and LeBron, Kobe and LeBron

See, you don't wanna play with a god, uh

We're like Kobe and LeBron, Kobe and LeBron

See, you don't wanna play with a god (Yeah), nah

[Verse 2: David Dallas]

Feelin' like a young Kobe, the one-and-only

After Shaq left and made Pat Riley his homie

Tell these motherfuckers, "Blow me, you won't dethrone me"

Zone D in Double OT, you couldn't hold me

At home or out on the roadie, Staples Center

Or the Garden, I'm in the zone, g, so just throw me

The rock, I'm about to go deep into the playoffs

Cheerin' for the other team, call that shit a séance

You talkin' to your dead homies, I'll pour one out for them

'Cause the top's gettin' lonely, get on my Bobby Brown shit

Snatch a tenderoni, ain't nothin' phony

Call me King James, what they're doin' is below me

The one (The number one), ain't no actor

In my prime, you would not motherfuckin' factor

Teamwork make the dream work, but here's the thing

Show me a team without a superstar that won a ring, I'm the one

[Chorus: PNC]

One, two and it's on

When we come through, they keep it movin' along

As you can see no tattoos on their arm, nah

'Cause the demeanour speaks volumes and on a song

We're like Kobe and LeBron, Kobe and LeBron

See, you don't wanna play with a god, uh

We're like Kobe and LeBron, Kobe and LeBron

See, you don't wanna play with a god, nah