[Hook]

Can't stop and it won't stop

Yeah you rap but you won't pop

It's a long shot

Can't stop and it won't stop

Yeah you rap but you won't pop

It's a long shot
[Verse 1]

You niggas got a long way to go man

Nigga it's a long shot...

I smoke the bombest dro, nigga it's phenomenal

Nigga now we blow, fuckin' with college hoes

Niggas playin' dominos, somebody bout to lose they ho

Rasta flow, my brody bro Logic know

We Bobby Soxer hoes, we poppin' though

These niggas can knock the flow but I'm too in my zone

Wait a minute though, niggas rather lay up in a ho

I was layin' low trynna get my head right

Ready for a change, ran into a dead end

Turned around and told myself I was finna rap right

Left life on the next flight, ugh

Sky's the limit and you dead right

Dizzy Wright get it every night

Substance to the game made a name

Now I got a message for the lames
[Hook]
Ugh... pretty much
[Verse 2]

East side til' I die ho

I could take over the world with my eyes closed

Legal marijuana patient I ain't worried bout 5-0

Changin' up the new God flow

Tell me something you alive fo'

If God died for us, tell me who you finna die fo'

Slow down, ride slow, don't forget your Bible

The Golden Age, you livin' in a cycle

Nigga you dealin' with a psycho

He go by Dizzy Wright though, with the rifle

In 1991, I'm lookin' like Michael

The same year that the police beat up

On Rodney King and gave us something to fight fo'

Ight bro, don't push it, I was scared when I couldn't

And now that I came in I shouldn't

I'm knowin' my limits, but this the beginning

And they gon' support to the fullest

We out here, real rap get them other niggas out here

You feel that? Fuck that, I ain't givin' out no passes

Them lazy ass rappers ain't allowed here

Found here, 'round here with the bosses

Down here, turn my home to my office

Spreadin' light like a King, so a nigga standoff-ish

Always sayin' something when I'm talkin'

This a message to the nigga sparkin'
[Hook]
Niggas trynna play me out?

Nigga it's a long shot

Last words
[Verse 3]

I've been rapping all of my life

I ain't askin' y'all for no stripes

I would go toe to toe with any ho nigga

I ain't askin' y'all for no rights

Fuck yo platinum plaques, if you gettin' lazy

I'm takin' off on yo life

Pick up the pace, as I grace that fight

Can't relate, he a fake cause he ain't that nice

Pick up the eighth that night

Crazy how they praise my life

Nigga workin' like a slave at night

(But you hate that right?)

For my niggas in the cage at night

This the music that'll save yo life

(When it ain't alright)

Left it on a nigga brain all night

Let it sit so it cook right

So many people are attracted to the possibility

Of what it looks like, you hear the hook right?

I was birthed to be the man, ugh

But is it worth to be the man?

I love my life a little too much to hate on your's

So I work for me and my fans

When I'm deserving, I still hustle

Like I have not earned it

Concerned with not nothing I'm learning

These niggas ain't been on my level for weeks

Ahead of my time, let my Legacy speak
[Hook]

Can't stop and it won't stop

Yeah you rap but you won't pop

It's a long shot

Can't stop and it won't stop

Yeah you rap but you won't pop

It's a long shot

Nigga it's a long shot