SHOE GAME

[Chorus: JR SPECS]
One day I’ll make a whole lotta money
And I’ll have shoe game
And I’mma send some off-white to him
To help him through the mood swings
I’ll have you know we reach for the stars
Cause there just ain’t shit else to be

[Verse 1: JR SPECS]
Crooked road running through my town like a postcard
Major key, same birthday as Mozart
I wanna make the list and spit a Forbes bar
I wanna go kinda fast in the sports car
Oxford comma, my bank need another one
I’m really feeling my oats in a honey bunch
I show the ropes to the crowd, make ‘em double dutch
Real shit, that just means you fucking jump
Grade six, swear I knew that I would run it up
Doing something, end of discussion
Spooky flow, butane, lit 'em up, pumpkin
All this free time how the fuck you do nothing?
Facts, it’s like that

[Chorus: JR SPECS]
One day I’ll make a whole lotta money
And I’ll have shoe game
And I’mma send some off-white to him
To help him through the mood swings
I’ll have you know we reach for the stars
Cause there just ain’t shit else to be

[Verse 2: Stak]
Yeah, ayy
I can't see the stars in the sky where I’m from
But you can hear the stars on the beat of the drum
You can see my past through my AirForce 1’s
Leaving scuff marks from the ground I’m above
Uptown, downtown, never been around town
I can just tell by how all your words sound
Found my third eye in the third grade, I can get the work now
If I go insane they could throw me in the bird house
Lately shit ain’t adding up, I think we had enough
About time we got it going, no more acting up
Hope you whip this fast enougb
They ain’t catching us
When we take off, it’ll pay off, reaching straight for the stars
If you always look down you’ll never get far

[Chorus: JR SPECS]
One day I’ll make a whole lotta money
And I’ll have shoe game
And I’mma send some off-white to him
To help him through the mood swings
I’ll have you know we reach for the stars
Cause there just ain’t shit else to be

[Verse 3: Sutz]
Let me get two hands up till we can’t feel none
We just want bands up, what, we gon’ steal some
Homie want manners, funny if we use 'em
Put him on a banner, jokes if you do some
Balling like the G-League, but we gon’ be league
And we gone speed right past in the beamski
And we gon’ dream just facts in a deep sleep
And we gon’ be right back when she TT
And we gon pop T, and we gon shine O’s
And we on top shelf, only when the top low
We gon’ fall once, only when we stop shows
And we gon’ beeline straight till we top those
And we be popping at your feet and you not know
What’s coming next hoe, watch out how we get it though

[Chorus: JR SPECS]
One day I’ll make a whole lotta money
And I’ll have shoe game
And I’mma send some off-white to him
To help him through the mood swings
I’ll have you know we reach for the stars
Cause there just ain’t shit else to be