[Verse] They not gonna like how you movin' Lonzo Ball out this bitch, they gonna criticize ya shootin' You took it to the gym, tweaked a couple of movements Shoot a couple shots, now you tryna see improvement I told 'em I was nice, they talkin' bout, "Who ghost write?" Yeah aite, not even on an off night The penmanship tight, and we can set it off, right? Not a word, not even on my Off-Whites I will send 'em back to Virgil Wanna war premature? I'll send 'em back to birth you A knife in a gun fight? I'll send 'em back to search you An old Sicilian message, I'll send it back to irk you You know I cried when Luca died Sent him on a mission, but that mission was a suicide They said, "Rob you got too much pride" I said, "I got two hands, two feet, I'm too alive" ...