Shot of Something
I need a shot or something
You know exactly what I've been through
You know exactly what life did to... me
I just want to know like will you come through
I just need a shot or something
For the win
10 seconds on the clock once again
All on me
Lebron in the key
And I'm amateur trying to get it off in 3
10 toes down
Shoes on my feet
Niggas with the questions
Like answer me
Don't owe no body
No la la dream
So why you coming here
Expecting things
Well damn
Crazy how I am
Shit
Crazy that I can
Living this life as the man
Save yo opinions
Cause I don't really give a damn
Turn 3 Ls to a win my friend
Dream like Obama
Like yes we can
Opps I don't see ya
Wouldn't wanna be ya
Making noise in this game
Like an Onomatopoeia
Alhamdulillah
I'm a dualer so I gotta
Go for the head
Like Gucci with a bottle
Been on the rocks
So my back ack ack ack
Aching from the journey
Still running on flats
Greatest time ever
Like a combine draft
I do what I feel
Keep it real
Love
Facts
Wanna ball like Kobe
But still lose like Beal
So now I'm stabbing any hands
That try to touch my meals
Uh ay
I've just been holding my place
Sit here with egg on my face
Well what can I say
Out here been blinded faith
Dangle a dream in my face
But fuck it I'm straight
God knows I'm winning my race
When it's real vs running with fakes
Only Authentic stays
The lies that we say
The real here nigga
Is
We really just dying for making a change
So I need a shot of something
You know exactly what I've been through
You know exactly what life did to... me
I just want to know like will you come through
I just need a shot or something
For the win
10 seconds on the clock once again
All on me
Lebron in the key
And I'm amateur trying to get it off in 3
10 toes down
Shoes on my feet
Niggas with the questions
Like answer me
Don't owe no body
No la la dream
So why you coming here
Expecting things
Well damn
Crazy how I am
Shit
Crazy that I can
Living this life as the man
Save yo opinions
Cause I don't really give a damn
Turn 3 Ls to a win my friend
Dream like Obama
Like yes we can
Opps I don't see ya
Wouldn't wanna be ya
Making noise in this game
Like an Onomatopoeia
Alhamdulillah
I'm a dualer so I gotta
Go for the head
Like Gucci with a bottle
Been on the rocks
So my back ack ack ack
Aching from the journey
Still running on flats
Greatest time ever
Like a combine draft
I do what I feel
Keep it real
Love
Facts
Wanna ball like Kobe
But still lose like Beal
So now I'm stabbing any hands
That try to touch my meals
Uh ay
I've just been holding my place
Sit here with egg on my face
Well what can I say
Out here been blinded faith
Dangle a dream in my face
But fuck it I'm straight
God knows I'm winning my race
When it's real vs running with fakes
Only Authentic stays
The lies that we say
The real here nigga
Is
We really just dying for making a change
So I need a shot of something
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Writer(s): Reginald Bolton
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