1:30
No feud in my family
I'm the host like Steve Harvey
Magic with the hook shot
Shooting shit like James Worthy
Ain't no one said this path was so damn curvy
Couple road bumps but the world had a baby
Who knew hard work can turn a person lazy
Thought I was in my prime but the odds went against me
The way I was on that corner thought I was in the NFL
Ducking for safety in the middle of the streets instead of the field
If love was a class I failed at it
It's like I'm Basically poor I dream about it
Love is inefficient that's why I stop shooting my shot
If I shot like curry hell yeah I'll shoot a lot
I just wanna see my city succeed
Dick riders, wipe your knees
Always competing knowing it's hard to make it out
So I guess I got to show what jam is really all about
Nigga
I have bars but rather let you hear my voice
Even when silent you still gone hear some noise
Back straight
Head up I love my poise
If u want to hate well that's your choice
Hate is so damn stupid
Why does it exists
At the end of day we won't exist
All that money that you have can't take to your grave
I'm scared to die I pray to god that I'm saved
I can't die now my sister looking up to me
I don't wanna see a day when she looking down on me
She's full of life that's what I'm tryna learn
All a man has is his fucking word
Word to hank
1:30 Nigga
Got a gun It's not a tank
Talking about you shooting guns
You shooting blanks Nigga
I'm the host like Steve Harvey
Magic with the hook shot
Shooting shit like James Worthy
Ain't no one said this path was so damn curvy
Couple road bumps but the world had a baby
Who knew hard work can turn a person lazy
Thought I was in my prime but the odds went against me
The way I was on that corner thought I was in the NFL
Ducking for safety in the middle of the streets instead of the field
If love was a class I failed at it
It's like I'm Basically poor I dream about it
Love is inefficient that's why I stop shooting my shot
If I shot like curry hell yeah I'll shoot a lot
I just wanna see my city succeed
Dick riders, wipe your knees
Always competing knowing it's hard to make it out
So I guess I got to show what jam is really all about
Nigga
I have bars but rather let you hear my voice
Even when silent you still gone hear some noise
Back straight
Head up I love my poise
If u want to hate well that's your choice
Hate is so damn stupid
Why does it exists
At the end of day we won't exist
All that money that you have can't take to your grave
I'm scared to die I pray to god that I'm saved
I can't die now my sister looking up to me
I don't wanna see a day when she looking down on me
She's full of life that's what I'm tryna learn
All a man has is his fucking word
Word to hank
1:30 Nigga
Got a gun It's not a tank
Talking about you shooting guns
You shooting blanks Nigga
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Writer(s): Jamarri Young
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