CHRONICLE - Down and Out (Pep Talk)

Pressure builds as a shot clock ticks Expiration is an inevitability The weight of a second shoe leaves you buckling under the weight Wrestling with mortality in the paint Throw those elbows Box out ya space Better be careful... they'll cut you up if you let 'em. Get chippy, lil nigga Cus this aint no regular streetball And you know you were never cut out for the court So what are you supposed to do if you can't fit the mold? You suppose to fly or send your own to the sky no other options Scrape the bottom of your humanity just to afford some new shoes "Disrespect meets the blade" yeah, that'll stop 'em But you just keep on running We always knew you'd fall eventually. Nevertheless, dig your hole right to hell Fill its depths with your sloth Your lust after loves lost You could be on your way to a milli. But instead, you sittin here writing ya lil stories. Where exactly does that place you in the plot? Even pipe dreams give you just a little bit of a view So where do you think you'll end up? turn back before you hit bottom