Hate duke

Yeah…

Y’all been talkin’ crazy all week,

Now the scoreboard gotta speak.

Blue Devils walk in thinkin’ they cold,

First two minutes and the whole plan fold.

We push pace, now your legs feel heavy,

Shots start missin’, hands ain’t steady.

All that hype don’t mean a damn thing,

When pressure hit, watch confidence sink.

You talk dynasty, we talk buckets,

Run this court — yeah we really run it.

Defense tight, got you pissed and stressed,

Every missed shot hit your bench like a test.

Coach yell loud but it don’t translate,

We up double digits, check the damn rate.

We don’t give a damn ’bout rankings or fame,

Step on the floor, we takin’ your name.

Talk all tough but you fold real quick,

Blue Devils mad ’cause they gettin’ cooked slick.

We run the game, y’all chase the score,

Fourth quarter hit, crowd want more.

Buzzer sound loud, whole arena lit,

Y’all walked in confident, walked out sick.

Cross you once, now you look confused,

Highlight reel — yeah you just got used.

Three from deep like boom, that’s cash,

Bench go wild while your hopes just crash.

Y’all Twitter tough, pregame loud,

Now it’s dead quiet in your own crowd.

Talking trash don’t win no rings,

Hard work louder than social things.

We dive for balls, y’all complain to refs,

Meanwhile we stackin’ bucket checks.

Final minute, game already done,

Handshake line show who really won.

No disrespect, just competitive heat,

But tonight y’all couldn’t compete.

Blue Devils talked like legends before…

Now they leavin’ mad through the locker room door.