I had hoop dreams
And they taught me bout the true things
Like how to pick yourself up by your shoe strings
And how to bring yourself down from a mood swing
I stand next to LeBron like now there's 2 Kings (Chosen)
I bet you think that I'm a failure
I bet you do everything that your momma tells ya
I bet you think you're alive walking in line
But you never even cried after G-baby died
I'm serving tables just to turn the tables
The angel hair is from Naples and we got herbs with basil
I'm so sick of the spiel at every meal but
It pay the bills so I can say how I feel
My ears ringing I'm a little off kilter
They think that I've wilted tell them they got to chill
Keep it 100 like wilt I know you think I'm a square
But I turn into a diamond when you look with a tilt
There's something that you should know
I'm always true to the code
Cuz when it all falls short
I'm getting the shooter's toll
Till' you've seen all the blood splattered
You can't tell me to chill on such matters
The juice tampers your soul and nothing matters
Them nut crackers'll turn thug rappers to Bruce Banners
I remember playing AAU
I had my heart on my sleeve with the A.I. shoes
The way I shoots a little like the way I move
You only see my head down to taunt Tyron Lue (I'm stepping over)
When I started well they never would start me
So I had to write my name on the ball
Put it in Sharpie
And I dribbled till' it faded I stopped going to parties
Now the devil stand still as a Barbie you can't guard me
There's something that you should know
I'm always true to the code
Cuz when it all falls short
I'm getting the shooter's toll
When it all falls short
I'm getting the shooter's toll
When it all falls short
I'm getting the shooter's roll
When it all falls short
I'm getting the shooter's toll
When it all falls short
I'm getting the shooter's toll