Heisman Watch Lyrics - Wale

[Intro] 

You know these niggas ain't fuckin' with me 

You know that, right? 

Look what you've done 

[Hook] 

It's like I'm on the Heisman watch 

That's gotta be what would describe, symbolize I've got skill 

Four times the talent around me 

Desmond Howard playin' for Howard 

Just tell me how can I be... stopped? 

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[Verse 1] 

This Allen Ive' at an Ivy college 

They can't check me, I don't practice, my class too hard 

Nigga mean my swag is grown, bag too big 

But y'all not hip, I'm Bo Jackson though, go 

Prolific, no weapon that's formed against me 

Is prosperin', my guard center his wall for me 

And SportsCenter endorsin' me 

I'm Anthony Dorsett on these niggas 

Was in the picture, the stars called me 

Got sweeter than Peter Warrick or 

Warrick Dunn when I'm done leavin', we gettin' on the bucks 

Trust, we gettin' on the bucks 

Like a mid-major playmaker, niggas ain't on to us 

Yeah, keep sleepin' 

Still I rock it like Raghib every time I feature 

Ha, yeah, that's Rocket Ismail, y'all 

Speed kills, I'm a speed demon 

And what you deem a deacon I see as a Duncan, big 

Fundamentals, longevity in abundance and 

And I run this shit, comin' to fuckin' humble niggas 

Fuckin' dusty lookin' Sanduskys could never touch the kid 

Yessir, Folarin applyin' pressure 

Keep defyin' odds, increase your haters and net worth 

Yessir, Folarin got hitters that work 

I'll pop 48, leave your whole team in a redshirt 

Yessir, that's work 

[Interlude] 

Who will be the winner? 

The winner is... 

Thank you, thank you 

Thank you, thank you, y'all 

Know I don't play, mixtape and football but I'ma roll 'til I'm tired 

And rap lines still matter 

Nike! And while I'm at it I'd like to shout out Roc Nation Sports 

Young Hov, Pecas, OG Juan 

Young Money Sports, Mack Maine, God bless you 

Gifted athletes forever 

Keep it down, keep it down, I got somethin' to say 

Look... hollup 

[Verse 2] 

USC, would you please give Reggie his trophies? 

And I hope the NCAA pay the players like coaches 

Joe McKnight, I pray for your soul and family with passion 

And a cold cell in Angola for Mr. Ronald Gasser 

And a former college runnin' back, now just an honest rapper 

And I ran a 4.4 twice, but these 16s much faster 

Deshaun Watson, Lamar Jackson 

I start rappin', they start watchin' 

They start gaspin', I don't need no backup 

R.I.P. Rashaan Salaam, this shit was hard to tackle 

But if I bear it they gon' see what's on my head, now catch up 

Like CTE got some of my people feel a lil' off 

Memory loss, mood swings, tryna feed the family 

That CTE got some of these niggas slowly fallin' off 

So I pray that y'all retire healthy and keep a passion 

Young, rich and happy, and you ain't got to like me 

But I got that vibe, make Mel Kiper go write about me 

Now send the kite up to Lawrence Phillips, no, Thunder Collins 

The former running's for Cornhuskers, they fumbled out it 

Now read up on Randy Moss, playin' for Bob Bowden 

I'm Tyreek Hill, I see redemption, I see my talent 

Yeah, I got the talent, their season cancelled 

They're Ryan Leaf, their season cancelled 

Yeah, I got the talent, their season cancelled 

May not have no Grammy, but goddamn I should be in Canton 

[Hook] 

It's like I'm on the Heisman watch 

That's gotta be what would describe, symbolize I've got skill 

Four times the talent around me 

Desmond Howard playin' for Howard 

Just tell me how can I be... stopped? Ralph