Hoop Chronicles

Lyrics

It's the Hell's Kitchen born and raised But was splashin jumpers round the whole city bruh These rappers claim they was shooters but yo, I really was They said I had a gun but I ain't never touched a heater Couple homies was on that track, I'm lucky ain't have to feature They went down the wrong track cause they ain't have no GPS City took their eyes when we was young and what do we expect? Some the best cats I played with, we like "Yo, where are they now?" Some dudes we thought was only ok is in the A now Mostly do the work and guidance temptations or lack thereof We all sold on dreams but homie dreams are just facts on drugs Ain't sayin don't have em just moderate, we can all be great But your greatness might not be in the ways you anticipated Can't be a million hot rappers, not even a thousand But there's a million ways to fill your days in lanes you can be proud in And that's where happiness lies, not in how lit your profile is I ain't judgin though, I'm caught in the same and I'm 25, shit