Check this out, man. All this gym ***, running around for a scholarship, ain't even my style, man. I don't even know what the *** I'm doing in this *** here. About to get the *** up out of this ***. It ain't even me. Me play sports, don't place your bet. I'm not the type of guy to run up and down and break out in the sweat. I just make the words sound hip, I leave it up to Jay's father to take care of that physical fit ***. Left the wrong of being overweight, everything's street, so long as my pockets stay street. I never participated in gym, I hated the thought to even have to take a loss to begin. They say help brings you longevity, but I'm not one for that extracurriculum activity. You might see the opp with a baseball hat, won't see me on the field with no baseball bat. In case some bigger head got to get cracked. Other than that, I don't plan to run track. Picture me jogging for miles. Come on, kid, that's just not my style. I just talk to girls on the horn. You won't see the opp upstairs putting the butter on his horns. Another ass beat bites the dust. Another nigga from Egypt make Egyptian musk. Picture me wearing Pro Keds, running the full court. Don't jump out your basket-ass head. I just cool around the block and hold down the fort. Straight up and down, nigga, I'm not a good sport. Don't throw your soccer balls this way. The name is Akanele, not no mother***ing Pele. Baseball's a sport I'm out with, so don't hand me no catcher's mitt, cause I ain't catching ***. The only time I slide and run is after murder's done. I get ghosts before the homicide come. But that's a different subject, that's called games of death. When your man play Russian roulette while upset, he can't handle it, he wants to stop it. He grabs a hammer and cock it, but that's a whole different topic. I just throw my voice on plastic. You won't see me raps in no arena. Getting my ass kicked, or better yet, boxing in. Some ring with gloves talking about losing oxygen. You know the whole blogger plaza, the ox saga. I'm quick to run your *** like a jogger. I don't carry no stop clock. I knock the J off a jock so you can just call me Ak. Yeah, it's just that simple, son. On my spare time, I be rocking bitches up at the Wimbledon. But I'm not one for tennis. No break and no sport records in the world book of tennis. I just cool around and block a hole down the floor. Straight up and down, nigga, I'm not a good sport. Me jumping over fences, don't make sense, kid. On a hot day, you'll find me cooling on the benches. And you can ask me where the water's at. But don't come ask me to act like no mother***in' quarterback. Shoulder pads and helmet, yeah right. Talking about Hut 1, Hut 2, Hut 3, height, sight. I'm poetic while dealing with the alphabetic. Not athletic, that's why I don't sweat it. So you can keep your sports on hold. *** soccer, the *** that I kick, yo, it's bound to go gold. I just cool around and block a hole down the floor. Straight up and down, nigga, I'm not a good sport. I'm not a good sport. Uh-uh. Time to *** out. I ain't with this. I might make a world of wealth.