Shot Clock/ Mad Lockers Skit

(Intro) We gon get right to it   (Verse 1) So much changed since ’08 At a slow pace  Or back in ’02 with no booth  And baby face We had no scene, I was tryna be seen So I got it all covered like the tats  That on baby face There ain’t no info You could use to offend me Could tell you what happen rhyming Won’t need more than a sixteen Don’t get confused by the swaggy hooks  And catchy raps Still the same nigga that’ll get all in my back pack  Hate that I gotta prove em wrong every time  Tryna gain a million fans every verse I could find, uh I Swear it’s like I live my life in rewind Cause every time they run it back  I live my life another time, like I died  (Hook) Nobody really knows what you go through All you wanted was the plan just to go through Only ones that understand are who know you When the times in your hands what you gon do? These the moments you could let your dreams fall  Stop giving it your all & put it off for tomorrow  They gon hate but I ain’t hearing that at all Watching the clock knowing that I gotta ball (Verse 2) People tend to run off rumors that they’ve heard Try the same thing when you see me And tell em if that occurred  Two sides to a story which one  You hearing first They gon choose what they believe The other one is just words I swear that my city cursed In the worst way From the City Of Sin and why these youngins rapping In the first place, Treating where I grind like a work space Ever have to hang it up at least I tried it all is the worst case I tell em you don’t like it then you lying  I do it by myself It make me wonder how the hell these people bias Gotta remind myself of the purpose & places I’ve been Reasons for live famous and a legend how I’m dyin  Wells (Hook) Nobody really knows what you go through All you wanted was the plan just to go through Only ones that understand are who know you When the times in your hands what you gon do? These the moments you could let your dreams fall  Stop giving it your all & put it off for tomorrow  They gone hate but I ain’t hearing that at all Watching the clock knowing that I gotta ball