Sean Taylor ft. Es-K Lyrics

You know sometimes you gotta think back

Just to remind yourself where you've been, yeah

I caught a pass on Sean Taylor at the Orange Bowl

I had my shoulder straight ripped off my torso

In Lane Stadium, used to sprint up and down the gradients

On ramps and steps, I wasn't playin shit

All I had was a dream, all I had was a dream

Just a dream of makin the team

Yeah the team I made lost the Sugar Bowl to Peter Warrick

That mean that Mike Vick was QB1 we went to war with

Offerin your body up for corps to make millions

Any given Sunday they was lookin for the realness

I was ill as a white boy get with gear shifts I could flip

Before Hard Knocks I broke D Hall's shit

I dip with too much speed and I take knees

Shout out to mans LA and EG's

I was speed personified, 4.3 every time for like 4 or 5

Years straight, I was quick as 3.9 on shuttles and a 38

On the vert, I knew that I could make it work

I had the burst, I had the thirst

Got the chance when Green Bay came callin

After the Redskins called twice and then spoiled it

My shoulder had to get fixed first to make the Patriots

I was lookin feelin like I really couldn't make the shit

My hands broken like my aces had expired

Realized I had to grip the microphone to feel the fire (now take us higher)

Come on, if you ain't tryna grind, you just wastin your time

Like bitch, come on, and if you tryna shine better change your state your mind

Like bitch, come on, if you ain't never vibed, how you really feel alive

Like bitch, come on, if life is just a ride, jump in or step aside

Like bitch, come on, if you ain't tryna grind, you just wastin your time

Like bitch, come on