8, 24, As it ended with 2.

When you Passed Kobe,
A lot of hope I had I had lost it with you.

But now I'm back at it again,
With beginnings renewed.

It's beautiful,
When I set me a goal,
I'ma shoot.

And I ain't talking the dance,
Trying to up my field goal percentage.

Grow through the game so much,
The rookie side only ends as vintage.

Because I'm years ahead,
Still stretching through traffic,
Snap the image.

And one,
Get the bucket,
And the foul.

Free throws good,
The ambience,
I drown em out.

Play hard until an ambulance,
Gotta carry me out.

Reach around the defense,
And I'm taking em out.

One by one,
One on two or three,
And shot by shot.

I'ma fly above the moon,
Like a mercenary astronaut.

Shutting down opposers,
But my offense they could never stop.

Top tier baller,
I'm #1 so you could never top.

Hearing the applause at home,
As well as the boos Away.

I'm dunking on em all,
Whoever is in my way.

Threes at the top of the key,
Mid fade away.

Hear the buzzard I won,
And I have proved now that I'm here to stay..


© SotaylordOut