Marlon Craft - 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