Sean Taylor

You know sometimes you gotta think back
Just to remind yourself where you've been, yeah

I caught a pass on Sean Taylor at the Orange Bowl
I had my shoulder straight ripped off my torso
In Lane Stadium, used to sprint up and down the gradients
On ramps and steps, I wasn't playin shit
All I had was a dream, all I had was a dream
Just a dream of makin the team
Yeah the team I made lost the Sugar Bowl to Peter Warrick
That mean that Mike Vick was QB1 we went to war with
Offerin your body up for corps to make millions
Any given Sunday they was lookin for the realness
I was ill as a white boy get with gear shifts I could flip
Before Hard Knocks I broke D Hall's shit
I dip with too much speed and I take knees
Shout out to mans LA and EG's
I was speed personified, 4.3 every time for like 4 or 5
Years straight, I was quick as 3.9 on shuttles and a 38
On the vert, I knew that I could make it work
I had the burst, I had the thirst
Got the chance when Green Bay came callin
After the Redskins called twice and then spoiled it
My shoulder had to get fixed first to make the Patriots
I was lookin feelin like I really couldn't make the shit
My hands broken like my aces had expired
Realized I had to grip the microphone to feel the fire (now take us higher)
Come on, if you ain't tryna grind, you just wastin your time
Like bitch, come on, and if you tryna shine better change your state your mind
Like bitch, come on, if you ain't never vibed, how you really feel alive
Like bitch, come on, if life is just a ride, jump in or step aside
Like bitch, come on, if you ain't tryna grind, you just wastin your time
Like bitch, come on