I Feel Confident Because I'm The Best

But I Mean, Even My Family Gets Spoiled At Times Watching Me Doing Things That I Do, On And Off The Court.

I've Sort Of Gotten Into The Habit Of Looking For The Vulnerable Guy, The Guy Who Makes Mistakes, The Guy Who Can't Figure Things Out All The Time But Keeps At It.

All The People That Were Rooting On Me To Fail, At The End Of The Day, They Have To Wake Up Tomorrow And Have The Same Life That They Had Before They Woke Up Today. They Have The Same Personal Problems They Had Today. I'm Going To Continue To Live The Way I Want To Live And Continue To Do The Things That I Want To Do With Me And My Family And Be Happy With That. They Can Get A Few Days Or A Few Months Or Whatever The Case May Be On Being Happy About Not Only Myself, But The Miami Heat Not Accomplishing Their Goal. But They Have To Get Back To The Real World At Some Point.

I'm Not Going To Fight Because I Mean Too Much To Our Team, And I Can't Afford To Be Suspended For A Game Or Do Something Stupid To Get Me Kicked Out Of A Playoff Game.

I'm Taking My Talents To South Beach.