The league didn't believe in me. I was the last pick of the first round.
The Kings didn't believe in me. They low-balled my contract and mandated therapy to begin immediately.
My coach didn't believe in me. But I get it; she's a female.
The General don't halfway believe. He keeps threatening violence if I blow this opportunity.
This chick I bagged at the first team event . . . Well, let's say she's listening.
I'm a black, educated, and self-made man. I have no kids, and was rich and established before draft night. The odds are stacked against me, but I'll show them all. They'll understand my name before it's all said and done. I was born a king, and now I am a King.
