They said they was only gonna sign me for $20 million.
That ain’t enough to feed my family. I got four children.
I gotta provide for them. They deserve the best from their father.
So if you want me, you gonna have to pay me more than that.
I got my yacht to take care of—or rather pay someone else to.
For only one million, I couldn’t pass it up.
And with having four houses in four different states,
I’m constantly traveling from one to the other.
But my children, man, they mean everything to me.
My family, they are my top priority.
I don’t let my children on my yacht or go to the other houses—
I’m protecting them, having them stay right where they are.
I know that I’m not allowed to see them anymore.
But I still send them money once a year—$50 dollars each.
I work to give them a good future. I treasure them,
All three of them, um, I mean four.
...
NBA Star
Age is just a number.
They
say I am too old for basketball. I’m
37.
They
say I can’t run as fast I used to. I
only had one knee surgery.
They
say I can’t shoot layups as well anymore.
If everyone moved out of my way, I could.
Women are just an object.
I have
been married five times.
I have
seven children.
Monthly
child support payments suck.
Money is everything.
My
garage is stocked with eight cars.
My
house has a regulation size basketball court.
I can always
the afford the newest gadget.
What am I worth?
$150,000
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