AJ Bank$y - The Shot lyrics

[Hook] Who you tryna be, where you tryna go? Young black boy, he the last hope Life's hard when you living out the trap so Full court press but he gotta make the pack move Who you tryna be, where you tryna go? Young black boy, he the last hope Good grades never came with a check so Youngin' dropped school he ain't never get to pa** notes [Verse 1] Said I'm just tryna be a legend 'fore 22 A 16 is the reason why I'm in the room At 15 I had dreams of the white picket fence, with the 2 car garage and the heated pool At 18 I'm just praying I ain't make the news You know they k**ing us off You know they giving us soft And then we deal it to our brothers cause our mothers never loved us M.O.B'n, anything to make the product move Doing what they gotta do Youngin' what you wanna do? Happiness is everything, could we be living comfortable How much for the caviar, I'm tired of these Lunchables What's a food for thought, man can't you see these people hunting you Open your eyes and you'll see the blind leading the blind All my writtens scripted in Braille, just follow the signs We done seen a lot of hell you can open the Times And most times the media lies we pay with our lives I'm sick and tired I wrote this verse in vertigo A small price if the pen can penetrate your soul And I been hurting for a minute but we're getting close I give you everything I got until it's curtains closed And even then I'll probably leave a couple hidden notes I pray my ex can make a living just from hitting notes I pray that I can cross these bridges with some different strokes And if they ask me why I'm living, it's to give 'em hope [Bridge] And when them clouds cover your view You find your golden lining Daydreams are bound to come true And you just keep on grindin' You came too far to just lose And when your light starts shining Thank God for bringing you through [Hook] [Verse 2] Said I'm just tryna be a legend 'fore 22 A 32 is the reason why I'm in the room An A-R probably have a youngin' flatline Got 9 lives but it's way too many cats dying Like Can I even put my hands up? Oh I get it, you the man huh? Yeah, life's hard, it ain't fair bruh They might get acquitted even if you got a camera What's a short sentence, I ain't even gotta say much Preaching to the choir, I ain't tryna be famous Look at Creflo, all that currency just for making the jets go You know Christ Jesus would've taken the metro So that ain't love 65 mill, youngin' that ain't love Here's a red pill, youngin' that ain't d** And living on our knees, youngin' that ain't us I said that ain't us! Look, we just tryna make the best of it And break bread with the Fam, got the set covered We ain't ask for a handout, front somethin' And don't you dare show love when the check comin' It's all good, this as real as it gets M.J. Game 5 with a flick of the wrist "The Shot", so you know I gotta take it And tell that young black boy that he gunna make it Said he gon' make it [Bridge] [Hook (slowed down) x2]