PART I
[Hook: MC]
Hoop 'til the day go
If they shoot, better lay low
Shoot when I say so
If they shoot, better lay low
Hoop ’til the day go
If they shoot, better lay low
Shoot when I say so
If they shoot, better lay low

[Verse: MC]
Children with burners
In the schools with students and teachers with something to learn us
Attitudes and them dudes that do creep around the corners
That shoot with no warning
The land of the free and the home of the torment
The country we born in
This is the life that we sworn in
Like me and Slick at the after-party
Way before I linked up with Wally
And he linked up with DB
Back when Wayne dropped C3
Three rings for the 3-peat
Celebrate with a free drink
SoundClick for the free beat
The style free, they couldn't see me, huh
Fame had the party jumping
?? had the tree and the music running
Crib packed from like back to front
While we ashing blunts, ain't no parents coming
Across town kids say they coming
We could tell that they was up to something
The homie, Trip, said so, they jumped him
Came to school then they started bussin’
Blaow!
[Hook: MC]
Hoop 'til the day go (P, get up!)
If they shoot, better lay low (Dude, you gotta get up in the morning, you know you gotta be up!)
Shoot when I say so
If they shoot, better lay low (P!)
Hoop 'til the day go (Ya shoes is already laid out, when you gonna lay out ya clothes?)
If they shoot, better lay low (Then you gonna be late to school!)
Shoot when I say so
If they shoot, better lay low (Oh, you tryna make a big entrance, huh?)

PART II
Yeah, I tell my brothers, Keep your head and don't you go outside
Get your money, put up 10, make sure you pray to God"
I just linked up with the plug and now I'm Static Shock
Static, Static Shock
It go full circle
Watch the energy you keep 'cause it come full circle
God took me out the streets, I went full circle
Whole fam gotta eat, keep a full circle
Yeah, Surfboard boy
Let me mix the sauce with the seasoning
They say they ball, ain't put a season in
I told 'em, "It ain’t what you came, it’s what you leaving in."
And to all of my dogs, it's either sink or swim
Hustle to all my brothers like Huxtables
That had to cut corners to live comfortable
I was robbed on that corner right off of Huxtable
They went from nothing to paid tithe stunting
Testing God
Ain’t nothing sweet, unless ya mama talking that old school grammar
While grandma cheffin' the chicken, kitchen smell like it's handsome
I was hooping 6AM like, "This gon' save the family."
Born to hustle, go to class, the homie selling candy
That turned to weight
He was tired of that shortcake, tryna eat
He need more plates
Went from ballin’ to court dates
Road to disaster then God developed my stature
On my way to Discmascus, I was writing the plan up like
Durag P, I leave the cape out
So I could fly to the Promised Land
Had the juice fighting ??
Make a play, move it silently
What's the cost for a dolla'?
Rather spit out this knowledge than have some diamonds dancing, yeah
Living legend like I'm Wesley, VHS is taping my past
Showing out in my stance, leather smooth as the shoulders
I can't relax in my sin
All these rappers, no artist
They get the beat, just start talking
The hood need more than you offer, so
Yeah, I tell my brothers, Keep your head and don't you go outside
Get your money, put up 10, make sure you pray to God"
I just linked up with the plug and now I'm Static Shock
Static, Static Shock
It go full circle
Watch the energy you keep 'cause it come full circle
God took me out the streets, I went full circle
Whole fam gotta eat, keep a full circle, yeah