[Intro: spoken, grown man MC, sneakers squeaking] Service call. Gym AC. Saturday Y'all need a fifth? [Verse 1: hungry grown-man male MC, quick] Pulled up in the work van with my name stitched on the shirt Ridgeview gym on a Saturday, I came to fix a unit, came to work Five young boys on the hardwood, talkin' slick and shootin' threes One of 'em says, "Ay, AC man, you need a fifth? Bring your knees" Forty-eight, bad shoulder, steel-toe boots, a little gut Took my tool belt off, set my gauges down, and said, "Check it up" First possession, kid's in my face, he's quick, I'll give him that But I been readin' pressure gauges twenty years, I read him flat Jab step, he bites, I go left and never leave the floor Kiss it off the glass, and the old man's up, now keep the score [Hook: hungry grown-man male MC] "Hang it up, old man," that's what the young boys said Point up to the rafters, thirty-one in red They hung it up in ninety-five, it's hangin' over your head Been above you all day long, and you ain't looked up yet [Verse 2: hungry grown-man male MC, harder] Second quarter, now they double me, they double me with youth They got legs, I got angles, I got geometry and proof I don't run, I relocate, I'm a thermostat, I set the room You be runnin' hot, I'm blowin' cold, you'll be gassed by noon Elbows like a contractor, pump fake like a lie Moved a teenager like a dresser up the stairs, then I let it fly Kid says, "Yo, who the hell is you?" I say, "Lamont. I fix the air" Hit another off the dribble, he says, "Bro, you played somewhere?" [Hook: hungry grown-man male MC] "Hang it up, old man," that's what the young boys said Point up to the rafters, thirty-one in red They hung it up in ninety-five, it's hangin' over your head Been above you all day long, and you ain't looked up yet [Beat Switch: the drums come in heavier, organ stabs, fourth quarter] [Verse 3: hungry grown-man male MC, triumphant] Game point, kid's breathin' like a busted condenser fan I just point up at the rafters with the ball still in my hand Every head in that gym tilts up, and the room goes quiet fast Thirty-one, BYERS, ninety-five, still hangin' from my past Then I let it go from the logo while they're starin' at the sky Swish before they look back down. Never even saw it fly Then I ride the lift up to the unit right beside the beam Wipe the dust off my number while I'm fixin' the machine Flip the breaker, hear it kick and blow that cold air with a roar Now they're standin' in my breeze, and they don't talk slick no more [Final Hook: hungry grown-man male MC, biggest] "Hang it up, old man," that's what the young boys said Now they're starin' at the rafters, thirty-one in red I'm up on the lift beside it, still above your head Hung it up in ninety-five, and I'm still a step ahead [Outro: spoken, a teenager, then the grown man] Ay, AC man. Same time next Saturday? Bring your knees [End]
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