James Harden

One foot in the game, one foot in the VIP…

You know who it is.

Beard Gang forever.

Harden season. Let’s go.

One foot on the hardwood, one in the club,

Stepback king still showin’ ‘em love.

Bottle in hand, jersey on tuck,

Still drop 40 when the critics act up.

They talkin’ loud, but I been chillin’,

Still got the bag, still top billin’.

No days off — even when I party,

Left hand smooth, MVP hardly.

Yeah, I’m the vibe, I’m the mood,

Crossin’ up haters like I cross up dudes.

Step in the club, still feel like the Garden,

Henny in hand — they yellin’ “Harden!”

One foot on the court, one in the light,

One livin’ in stats, one lit at night.

He the player that the league can’t snub,

Yeah, James Harden — one in the game, one in the club.

He don’t miss — nah, he don’t budge,

Stepback wet like a bottle pop thud.

He the one that the ladies all love —

Yeah, James Harden — the king of both worlds above.

League tryna judge like the man ain’t clutch,

Triple-double life, and the wrist stay plush.

Left foot pivot, right foot in Dior,

MVP talks when he walks through the door.

Beard so clean, game so mean,

Pull up from deep like a Hollywood scene.

Houston to Philly, now wherever he land,

It’s bottles and buckets — both in demand.

They say, “He in the club too much,”

Still cookin’ like brunch, got the defense stuck.

He a baller with style, no script, just flair,

One night in Harden’s shoes? Boy, you wouldn’t dare.

One foot on the court, one in the light,

One livin’ in stats, one lit at night.

He the player that the league can’t snub,

Yeah, James Harden — one in the game, one in the club.

He don’t miss — nah, he don’t budge,

Stepback wet like a bottle pop thud.

He the one that the ladies all love —

Yeah, James Harden — the king of both worlds above.

Not everybody can balance the fame,

But he dance through the drama, still killin’ the game.

You see the beard, you know the name…

James Harden