Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jae Skeese
Performer
Smoke DZA
Performer
Che Noir
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jae Skeese
Composer
Che Noir
Composer
Smoke DZA
Composer
Jarrett Jackson
Arranger
Sean Pompey
Lyrics
Marche Lashawn Black
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Trilian Serbia
Mixing Engineer
Poetic Studios Mixing
Mixing Engineer
Sean Pompey
Recording Engineer
Antonio G Tomaselli
Recording Engineer
Superior
Producer
Lyrics
Uh, ha, yeah
We here, man
You know what I’m sayin'?
We here
We made it
You know what I’m sayin'?
We played the game for all this time
"You got this far, you gotta keep goin'"
That's what I tell myself everyday, man
I gotta keep goin' (Uh, Uh-huh), that's what you gotta do, too (You know dat)
In for the win, you know dat
Yo, ayo (Check)
I speak for those who feel they got no voices (No voices)
I speak for those who grindin' like they stuck without no motherfuckin' choices (Who got no choices)
Who need that cake, but not the one with moistness (Uh-huh)
COVID hit, and that put a large percent of n***** on that unemployment (Crazy)
They turned employees into entrepreneurs (Uh-huh)
They took that PPP loan, they formed a LLC and copped them a store (Woo)
They took a chance on them and profited more (They got more)
I’m cut from that cloth, see, the circumstances made me a boss (Talk that talk)
Shoulder blades pressed against the drywall, I had to make some movements (Facts)
Never was great at improv 'til I had to make improvements (Uh-huh)
I’m teachable, I always stayed a student (What?)
Fuckin' with Machine, he been a great influence
He gave me game and ways to do this (You know dat)
I need a run like I'm professionally trained for hoopin' (Ha)
I shoot my shot like I'm professionally trained for shootin's (Boom)
I'm here for that bag, if I don't get the fame, then screw it (Fuck it)
The game is iffy, but I'm silly with that bitch, I really made a union (Ha)
She always been here, my expressive outlet (Uh-huh)
See, life's about more than money, phones, and expensive outfits (That's true)
I'm tryna die without that
And it's a life I'm tryna find without stress
Plus, I ain’t go and buy my moms a house yet (What up, mom?)
And that was always the plan, I’m talkin' from the outset (Uh-huh)
Like doin' inventory at Nike, I need to count checks (I need it)
Like Vinsanity after all this time, I still got me some bounce left (Facts)
I talk my shit in case you got some doubts left (Just in case)
Life is like the shot clock, the ball is in your hands every twenty-four (Every twenty-four, every twenty-four)
You can pass it up, or you can find your drive (Find your drive)
Keep your handle, elevate and score (Elevate and score, elevate and score)
Life is like a shot clock, the ball is in your hands every twenty-four (Every twenty-four, every twenty-four) (Kushed God, bitch)
You can pass it up, or you can find your drive (Find your drive) (Really)
Keep your handle, elevate and score (Elevate and score, elevate and score)
Elevate and score (Right)
I speak for those that ain't got an option
I speak for those with a outlet and a plug that could get it poppin' (Right)
I speak for those who could get a box in
Couple flavors, me and my dawg pick and roll like Malone and Stockton (Really)
39, was born in '84
Momma's baby boy, on any given night I drop a eighty-ball (Uh)
Facilitator but I get paid to score
I was Brad Beal way before the max deal, they paid me more (Right)
Strapped all season, then I spent a stack on eatin'
Stop the showboatin', get back on defense
I average a block, all time, established off pot
Euro step on Euro trips, n****, I travel a lot
Tropical hustler like I'm over summer (Right)
Couple days, what’s the over/under?
Champagne flute over-runneth
Out the mud, and I built som'n from it
And you love my style, keep it a Wilt 100 (100)
Life is like the shot clock, the ball is in your hands every twenty-four (Every twenty-four, every twenty-four)
You can pass it up, or you can find your drive (Find your drive)
Keep your handle, elevate and score (Elevate and score, elevate and score)
Life is like a shot clock, the ball is in your hands every twenty-four (Every twenty-four, every twenty-four)
You can pass it up, or you can find your drive (Find your drive)
Keep your handle, elevate and score (Elevate and score, elevate and score)
Elevate and score
This flashy lifestyle comes slower for cash and jewels
Hit Hollywood parties, rub shoulders like a masseuse
Seen fiends in the street hunched over, left me confused
Road to riches never trust chauffeurs that make your moves
Investments was lucrative, my stocks brought me in double
Learned from my mistakes, them losses gave me a hustle
Raised by a black, single mom, it was a struggle
Lack of father figure, shit, my pops was more like a uncle, yeah
You can get it either slow or fast
They don't know the half, I turn peer pressure into a yoga class
Pain left scars, but I never show the scabs
My words paint a picture and every bar's like a photograph
Everybody want knowledge but fear lectures
The free jewels I give with my pen is a mere gesture
When you finally taste success it's a weird texture
A diamond in the mud perfected by peer pressure
It's beauty in the eye of the storm, I wouldn't dare look
A Queen holds all the power, you can't compare rooks
Was raised around dealers and thieves, I never feared crooks
If the shoe fit then I guess I'm walkin' in barefoot
I started losin' my mind, it sent me soul-searchin'
Soon as you learn from mistakes, that's when you show purpose
Kids gettin' murdered broad day while playin' hopscotch
The ball's in my court, life's like a shot clock, for real
Life is like the shot clock, the ball is in your hands every twenty-four (Every twenty-four, every twenty-four)
You can pass it up, or you can find your drive (Find your drive)
Keep your handle, elevate and score (Elevate and score, elevate and score)
Life is like a shot clock, the ball is in your hands every twenty-four (Every twenty-four, every twenty-four)
You can pass it up, or you can find your drive (Find your drive)
Keep your handle, elevate and score (Elevate and score, elevate and score)
Elevate and score (I’m’ droppin’ fifty)
Written by: Che Noir, Jae Skeese, Jarrett Jackson, Marche Lashawn Black, Smoke DZA

