[Intro]
If I can't practice, then I can't practice
If I'm hurt, I'm hurt
Simple as that
I mean listen we're talking bout practice
Not the game
We're talking about practice
Not the game
The game I go out there and I die for
I mean how silly is that
I know I'm suppose to be there
I know I'm suppose to lead by example
[Verse 1: Wiki]
Ain't been at school for a year (a year, where were you?)
Some say I been a fool for a year
But im coolin' I got a career
I ain't goofin' kid
I'm not like my peers
Stay groovin' now we pop now that I'm here
All I do is screw the top of my beer
Sippin' out here make shit a-constant-a clear
Cops in my ear
We could make profit this year
Fuck profit we some prophets in here
Talkin' and scared
One empty room nothing but chairs
If you, open ya ears and know what you read
Otherwise knowledge within and knowledge they want
So be in no need for em'
Hollow the dutch
Fill it up turn your problems to puff
Lay it down when people start acknowledging us
(Oh! Shot's fired)
(Hoo)
(Listen)
(WI to the KI trouble by the AI)
[Verse 2: Hak]
No I ain't from New York you ain't just talking shit
Running with your mouth, now I'm off with it
I see you leaning but you never rock with it
Now see me spitting I ain't ever gon' stop spitting
Start living fuck a written start giving now
Bigger vision, failed system, better listen loud
Baby be proud
[Verse 3: Wiki]
[Verse 4]
Bethel was produced by Sporting Life.