1/1

Go
Yessuh
Yessuh
Aye
Yeah!

Here we are once again- 3, 2, 1 let the shot fly

We shoot shots let the shot fly
Looked adversity and failure right there dead in the eyes
I couldn't see anything but despair
Tryna find the place I'm headed but where, couldn't seem to find shit
My daddy a beast, making sure we got food to eat
But young men grow to men who gotta feed themselves
Reach them shelves, increase that wealth
Buy a crib, settle down nigga and help yourself, got it?
Plan is plotted, in the wicked need a new world order
I suffer from having obsessive win disorder
And yet, we struggled in the first quarter
Couldn't buy a bucket even if we had the rim lowered
Ooh, fans chirping, away from home we be lurking
To come back and tell em, if shit is even worth it
Wonder if Terrence know he made the league after all
And if destiny ever leads to a greater purpose
We all loaded, don't want no homicide
Lotta promising individuals left for dead, empty beds
It's like all I see is the mothers cry
Box of tissues coated with grief, and she's been at it for weeks
We need chances, not closed caskets
Some releases that's a target to the open basket
It's gonna get drastic quick, wait and see
In the game faithfully, they know it's all eyes on me

I'm in the matrix now, now, now
Don't fuck around, it's my world

Here we are, once again, 3, 2, 1 let the shot fly

Cold killer like coronavirus, turn me up
City goal you know what the vibe is
Line 'em up, let me know, who really riding with us
Got shooters on every corner, they gon slide for us
I'm on a tear, they gon need someone to cover up
I'm the track star, nigga you the runner up
And I hear you, but don't think I believe you
Cause you the type that match a shawtie with a see through
Stop gassing, your ass talking you're on like feces
I'm peanut butter, to the Reeses
My raps accustomed to the real but lonely, up at a spot
Most niggas missing by a mile
I'm feelin' like AJ, cause my style phenomenal
Pull up j
I went from A to Z from using rhymezone to crafting my own vocabulary
I'm on and empty stomach, tryna scavenge
Food for thought not a challenge
Knowing that I got it home cooked with the recipe young Kobe bean
Ain't nobody gettin next to me
Started using pain to alleviate the misery
And all it did was turn a nigga to breed
When you listen, know it's the truth
Man my poetry got depth and roots
I dust my shirt and lace my shoes
I let it fly, other side better cop a vest
Imma make it, and I ain't going for nothing less, yeah

I'm in the matrix, now now now
Don't fuck around, it's my world

Here we are, once again, 3, 2, 1 let the shot fly

Marvelous
Born to grind
You know the vibes
It's my world

Here we are, once again, 3, 2, 1 let the shot fly