FREE THROW [INTRO] [airy synth pad] [reverse reverb] [deep sub bass swell] (Deep, pitched-down voice) "Noah got that gas..." (Pause) Noah don't miss a beat... ...I don't miss either. Green. [Beat Drops] [VERSE 1] (Fast Flow — 32 Bars) Smoke in my lungs, now the blueprint breathe. Best guess sharp, watch the whole board lean. Whole squad fed, every plate stay clean. Nothing but nets—every thread turn green. Pressure made diamonds, I polished the shine. Roots held firm while they raced the climb. Storms came first, I just stayed on time. Step to the stripe—history fall in line. Backboard watching, it already know. Rim stay patient, it expect the flow. Nylon singing before I even let go. Whole game quiet when the swish hit slow. Smoke write maps where the weak can’t read. Hope grow deep like a buried seed. Work got loud before they heard me speak. Now the whole league studying how I lead. Forks keep clinking, everybody ate. Empty hands turned into heavyweight plates. Pressure built doors, I ain’t wait on gates. Nothing but nets—can’t negotiate fate. Clouds wear green when the wind pass by. Every missed doubt turned a stronger drive. My lane stayed narrow, still touched the sky. Best guess landed before they asked me why. No wasted steps, every stride meant more. Smoke left clues all across the floor. Truth moved quiet, never kicked the door. When I lift that wrist… victory hit the floor. Noah built rhythm, I built belief. Roots stay hidden, still feeding the leaves. Smoke tell stories the eye can’t see. Nothing but nets… that’s legacy. [BRIDGE] One line… One breath… No panic… No stress… Good form… Locked in… Pressure… Walk in. [HOOK] Free Throw… Nothing but nets when I let one fly. Best guess strong— I don’t second-guess why. Whole squad eating, every table stay high. Smoke leave proof that the roots still alive. Free Throw… Pressure don’t fold me— it sharpen my aim. Good form travel, I don’t chase the fame. Raise one hand— everything changed. Nothing but nets… remember the name. [VERSE 2] (Fast Flow — 32 Bars) Need no shortcut, I know the route. Rain hit hard, still the roots broke out. Silence loud when the doubt run out. Nothing but nets—that’s what faith about. Every long night built another dawn. Every setback stitched another bond. Smoke moved first before the fire spawned. Whole season knew what we was on. Pressure stacked till it looked like stone. Stayed ten toes, built a stronger home. Now my voice carry farther than chrome. Swish so clean, it sound like home. Bench stayed ready, nobody pouted. Everybody worked, nobody shouted. Best guess proved what the fear had doubted. Now the whole score too big to count it. Smoke drift slow like a handwritten note. Every real word keep the vision afloat. Hope stay alive every time I spoke. Nothing but nets… every shot got hope. No fake shine, let the work reflect. Every brick laid earned my respect. Every small win built a bigger step. Pressure made purpose—nothing less. Whole team rising, nobody late. Everybody brought something to the plate. No empty chairs where we celebrate. Nothing but nets… that’s a champion’s trait. Noah don’t miss a beat… I don’t miss either. Smoke in the air… Good form forever. One shot… One chance… One motion… Nothing but nets. [OUTRO] (Pads floating, drums fading.) "Noah got that gas…" Best guess… Good form… Nothing but nets. Green.
