HOOPS! (feat. Rob Buck, Neem & Kermode Zay)

Shooting hoops like I'm AK
It's almost payday, need a daybreak
Elevating my mind every Thursday
Need me a plate of steak
We light 'n' get baked every time we stress 'cause a veg professor ain't teaching me shit
Your life's at stake every time you listen to a motherfucker with a basic ass fit
We light the fire to the bush and let that shit simmer
Inhale rip it 'til the Agua Clara Sol es dimmer
I'm swimming in the river searching for my soul, it glimmers
But I'm running out of time
My soul's blood vessels getting thinner

Sipping anesthesia, drink to put me under fast
Nearly fell asleep until they called the bouncer on my ass
Will I last until the morning, will I pass before the dawn?
Yes I'm on another bender you ain't need to even ask
Heightened senses got my blood rushing
Substances inside my head have got me up to something
Said we met before I think you know that I was bluffing
Don't know what this is, I just call it better than nothing

And I'm faded as I'm walking 'cross the street, no looking
Any old excuse to get my senses shooken
Making moves like this could get my license tooken
Sorry don't got none to give, I don't know where my fuck went
Hope my mom don't notice that my jacket smell like smoke
Ganga's got my conscious and my pockets going broke
Everything been different since I'm dealing with the dope
Can't tell if I'm floating or I'm hanging from a rope

I use a verse as a means of confession
But what will the future me think of the present?
Was he creative expressing a talent?
Or was he a foolish one needing a lesson?
I use a verse as a means of confession
But what will the future me think of the present?
Was he creative expressing a talent?
Or was he a foolish one needing a lesson?

Wrote this verse in Econ class, so it's about to be clown (ay)
These streets like North Korean imports, because I got them locked down (it's lit)
Inflation hurt my wallet, that shit making me poor (oh no)
I need Wendy's to bring back the fucking four for four (need it)
The shit could get hotter than Summers in Tijuana
Making classics for the Eau to rock with no Nirvana (rock)
Might be new to this rap game, but I ain't no fool
If you still sleeping on Zay, wake up
You missed your ride to school (yuh)
Hucking discs and dropping bars
And I'm huffing on some shit that got me higher than Mars (bitch bitch bitch)
Cutting through these fake rappers with my verbal AR's
Shoutout Aidan, Jay, RC, our freshman line some superstars (let's go)
Was gonna be on Breauzone but we ain't have enough dudes
So now I'm scoring goals on Knox' dunking on them so rude (can't stop)
Subpar thought they had us beat, now they look like some clowns
Putting Whitewater on their face, ask them boys, "who's talking now?"
Now we off to regionals where we about to go crazy
'Fore the games after Mifflin got the field looking hazy
Rip the cart upon the sideline and I'm still dropping bombs
Put my nuts on Marquette's head just like I did to their moms (it's lit)

(This is a certified hood classic)

I use a verse as a means of confession
But what will the future me think of the present?
Was he creative expressing a talent?
Or was he a foolish one needing a lesson?
I use a verse as a means of confession
But what will the future me think of the present?
Was he creative expressing a talent?
Or was he a foolish one needing a lesson?