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...