Shooting My Shot
I got a pen but no, I don't depend on it
I grab my phone and I go write a hit on it
I am too fucked if I go head and sit on it
I am not rich and I don't got the bands
But you cannot point hands cuz I'm truthful about it
Set at point blank cuz you lose if you coward
Got a hand on it so sit back dude
Cuz I'm shooting my shot like click clack, boom
No crocodile tears, know I'll zig zag you
In evolution, Twist raps grew
Making 'nuff songs for a big rap group
Step to me, you'll regret like a big tattoo
Writing a hit so I'll hit back soon
Writing a list that I'll dispatch too
Lining it all up, this brand-new
Am I an impact dude?
Bitch that's true
Don't need a rematch, you hoeing, I see that
I lower for me that's the only good reason to do shit
Write since 14 but I'm still introducing new dreams
Like I'm speaking in lucid, I'm juice
I'm the next in the world
I'm not convinced if you flexing to boast
I'm on a mission, I'm flexing the goals
Emphasizing the tone and the rest's in the notes
Hey
I got a pen but no, I don't depend on it
I grab my phone and I go write a hit on it
I am too fucked if I go head and sit on it
I am not rich and I don't got the bands
But you cannot point hands cuz I'm truthful about it
Set at point blank cuz you lose if you coward
Got a hand on it so sit back dude
Cuz I'm shooting my shot like click clack, boom
Seat strapped, vroom
Riding my wave, I see past you (Skur)
So chill I sneeze, achoo
Got my bars wrapped up like a kit-kat, hmm
Can't miss-match proof
Running this course, it's a sick track too
When I finish I'll ask "is the next match soon?"
Like Superbowl, I'm a lit match too
A Patriot so watch 'fore my shield smash you
I am John Walker, when angry
But rate me as patiently waiting, not rich but I can try to
I'm a lost author, from cadence to layers
The second I make it I'll set an escape with the checks I drew
I am so honest, what's left's not true
I am so on it, don't let bad moods
Ruin my vibe 'till my head's all loose
Or it's head shot, boom
I got a pen but no, I don't depend on it
I grab my phone and I go write a hit on it
I am too fucked if I go head and sit on it
I am not rich and I don't got the bands
But you cannot point hands cuz I'm truthful about it
Set at point blank cuz you lose if you coward
Got a hand on it so sit back dude
Cuz I'm shooting my shot like click clack, boom
I grab my phone and I go write a hit on it
I am too fucked if I go head and sit on it
I am not rich and I don't got the bands
But you cannot point hands cuz I'm truthful about it
Set at point blank cuz you lose if you coward
Got a hand on it so sit back dude
Cuz I'm shooting my shot like click clack, boom
No crocodile tears, know I'll zig zag you
In evolution, Twist raps grew
Making 'nuff songs for a big rap group
Step to me, you'll regret like a big tattoo
Writing a hit so I'll hit back soon
Writing a list that I'll dispatch too
Lining it all up, this brand-new
Am I an impact dude?
Bitch that's true
Don't need a rematch, you hoeing, I see that
I lower for me that's the only good reason to do shit
Write since 14 but I'm still introducing new dreams
Like I'm speaking in lucid, I'm juice
I'm the next in the world
I'm not convinced if you flexing to boast
I'm on a mission, I'm flexing the goals
Emphasizing the tone and the rest's in the notes
Hey
I got a pen but no, I don't depend on it
I grab my phone and I go write a hit on it
I am too fucked if I go head and sit on it
I am not rich and I don't got the bands
But you cannot point hands cuz I'm truthful about it
Set at point blank cuz you lose if you coward
Got a hand on it so sit back dude
Cuz I'm shooting my shot like click clack, boom
Seat strapped, vroom
Riding my wave, I see past you (Skur)
So chill I sneeze, achoo
Got my bars wrapped up like a kit-kat, hmm
Can't miss-match proof
Running this course, it's a sick track too
When I finish I'll ask "is the next match soon?"
Like Superbowl, I'm a lit match too
A Patriot so watch 'fore my shield smash you
I am John Walker, when angry
But rate me as patiently waiting, not rich but I can try to
I'm a lost author, from cadence to layers
The second I make it I'll set an escape with the checks I drew
I am so honest, what's left's not true
I am so on it, don't let bad moods
Ruin my vibe 'till my head's all loose
Or it's head shot, boom
I got a pen but no, I don't depend on it
I grab my phone and I go write a hit on it
I am too fucked if I go head and sit on it
I am not rich and I don't got the bands
But you cannot point hands cuz I'm truthful about it
Set at point blank cuz you lose if you coward
Got a hand on it so sit back dude
Cuz I'm shooting my shot like click clack, boom
Credits
Writer(s): Pedro Batista
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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