Please, allow me to show you something
Somebody give me, yeah
Somebody give me, uh
Somebody tell me the answers
Me and you isn't the answer, uh
Me and you isn't
Maybe I'm tellin' myself that
But there ain't nothin' that'll change that
What good woul...
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After sweating bullets at basketball tryouts, I wait for my brother to come to the school to pick me up since I don't have a car yet.
"Aye, lil ugly fucker whatchu doing out here?" I hear Micah say from behind me.
"Waiting on my dumb-ass brother to arrive, and here he is," I say to him, causing both of us to laugh.
"How were tryouts?" He asks after I get in his car and strap my seat belt in.
"It was straight. I showed out like usual and might be a captain, but nothing's for sure." I say, shrugging as he pulls out of the school parking lot.
"You're right, but you ready for workouts with dad in lil bit? I don't know if he told you, but after our workout, he wants us to meet the neighbors across from us. So after workouts, we're gonna have to hurry up cause we meet them at 8:30." He told me, causing me to look at him with wide eyes.
"What the hell? Dude, are you being serious? It's five right now, it takes bout 2 or 3 hours with workouts, and it takes an hour for me to get ready." I told him, but he shrugs in response.
"Welp sucks to suck." He says causing me to roll my eyes as we pull into our driveway, and we start to get out once he parked.
"Y'all ready for workouts?" My dad asks while walking out of the house with a hat and a jumpsuit on.
"Yes, sir." Micah and I say at the same time.
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"I wanted to have a little race around here, so I invited the neighbors' sons here. They should be here in a little bit." My dad told us, and we nodded. After a couple of minutes of waiting, we hear a door open and close, and they start walking towards us. I recognized them as the Ball brothers.
"Wassup fellas. This is my daughter Genesis and my son Micah. Genesis, Micah, this is Lonzo, LiAngelo, LaMelo Ball. I had the idea that it's better if we all worked out together to see each other's techniques and study each other. So, what we're about to do is a little friendly race." My dad says as everyone nodded and got in a straight line.
