Jeff Cabreja - SWOOSH (feat. Young Prophet) Lyrics

And once I was down there
I noticed they put up a couple of hoops
And I play basketball every weekend
So I thought this might be kind of fun
And so I start messing around
And um, I'm sinking a few
You know
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh
Nothing but net
And uh, their jaws just drop to the floor
Um, you know
It's really just, uh
A good friendly game
A reason for everybody to get together
I don't
Relish
With these
Fools
Gotta make room for the moves
Whoa

They don't really want the works, uh
They ain't never tryna work, uh
I'm out here doing my merch, uh
You out here doing the worst
Ah look
I'm in my bag
Swoosh
Call me Shaq
I know the ropes like if this tug of war
I shoot my shot
I get the score, yeah
Why they be hatin'
Boy, are they satan?
I'm not mistaken a win for the taken
Got the salvation
God the salvation
Be like the rock
Never be shaken
I need the bacon without all the grease
I need the paper without any crease
Blessing increase
I always know God watching over me, yeah

Shooting my shot like swoosh
Glory to God
Man, I'm shook
God is making some changes
Switching up making arrangements
I don't
Relish
With the
Faking
Please, make room for the moves
The homies swaying to the grooves
Shooting my shot like swoosh
Glory to God
Man, I'm shook
We run the game
It's on lock
These rappers only like to talk
But I don't
Relish
With these
Fools
Gotta make room for the moves
Whoa

Ya take the easy route
Doing things backwards like a park in the walk
Ah, now I get it
You just act like you doing it but really it be all talk
And I just want a tiny cat because all my homies already be my dogs
And I had to get in my bag
To show em that they can't put me inside a box
Nah

And Ima shoot the rock
I cannot be blocked
I already got the game on lock
Don't need a referee to tell me how it be
I know it's money like I'm getting guap

And until I drop
Gotta keep it moving
There's no losing when I'm at the top
Told my haters
Told my enemies
Told the devil himself
That I cannot be stopped
Yeah

Shooting my shot like swoosh
Glory to God
Man, I'm shook
God is making some changes
Switching up making arrangements
I don't
Relish
With the
Faking
Please, make room for the moves
The homies swaying to the grooves
Shooting my shot like swoosh
Glory to God
Man, I'm shook
We run the game
It's on lock
These rappers only like to talk
But I don't
Relish
With these
Fools
Gotta make room for the moves
Whoa

The great thing about sports
Is that it is all about character
And you can learn lessons about life
Even if you don't win
But we did
Because we were ahead