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jr specs - shoe game lyrics

[verse 1: jr specs]
crooked road running through my town like a postcard
major keys, 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 and the honey buns
i show the ropes to the crowd, make ‘em double dutch
real sh+t, that just means you f+cking jump
grade six, knew that i would run it up
doing something, end of discussion
spooky flow, octane, lit em up, pumpkin
with all this free time how the f+ck 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 through the air
been through the mood swings
i’ll have you know we reach for the stars
cause there just ain’t still else to me
[verse 2: stak]
yeah, ayy
i can see the stars in the sky where i’m from
but you can hear the stars in the beat of the drum
you can see my past through my airforce 1’s
leaving scuff marks on 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 to work now
if i go insane they can throw me in the bird house
lately sh+t ain’t adding up, i think we had enough
about time we got it going, no more acting up
hope you with this sassing up, yeah
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

[verse 3: sutz]
let me get two hands up till we can’t feel nothing
we just want bands up when we gon’ steal something
homie want mana, funny when we use some
put him on a banner, jokes if you do some
balling like a genie, but we gon’ b+league
we’re gonna speed right past in the b+speed
we gon’ dream just facts in the deep sleep
but we gon’ be right back when she d+t
and we gon pop champ’ and we gon cop o’s
and we on top shelf, only when the top blow
we gon’ fall once, only when we stop shows
and we gon’ b+line straight till we top those
and we be popping at your feet and you do not know
what’s coming next hoe, watch at 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 through the air
been through the mood swings
i’ll have you know we reach for the stars
cause there just ain’t still else to me

- jr specs lyrics

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