Mamba On The Floor

4:00 AM.

No alarm.

Just obsession.

You want the crown?

You gotta bleed for it.

Yeah. Watch the clock

tick down.

Listen.

Lace the sneakers tight,

gotta outrun my own shadow Every empty court is a silent battlefield

area Muscle tissue burning but the vision getting clearer Looking at the

ghost of a legend in the mirror I’m tryna ball like Kobe,

heavy is the chest I’m tryna ball like Kobe,

never taking rest Study every frame of the tape,

the triple threat Footwork like a dancer,

soaking through with sweat Mid-range assassin,

elevate and then extend Break a defender's ankles,

make the rim bend They screaming that I'm selfish when I look

up at the rim But they didn't run the miles in the

gym when it was dim.

I’m just trying to play like Kobe,

hit the clutch shot Put the work in when the lights are

low and blocks hot Bite down on the jersey,

tell 'em "not today" Mamba mentality,

wash the doubt away Yeah,

from the baseline, fade to the sky Look 'em in the eyes,

never asking why Trying to play like Kobe till the final horn

Where the legends die and the gods are born.

Ankle wrapped in tape but I’m stepping on the hardwood Flu shots,

broken fingers, do it like a star should No excuses made when

you're hunting for the peak Winners keep on pushing while the doubters

only speak I’m tryna ball like Kobe,

fighting through the pain I’m tryna ball like Kobe,

ice inside the vein Hit 'em with the pump fake,

let the man fly past Leaning backward off the glass,

making sure it lasts

Five gold banners hanging high up in the air If you want

to be a giant,

you can't play it fair Double team,

triple team, let the defense crowd I'm silencing the arena,

turning up the loud.

Eighty-one points on a cold January night Showed the whole universe how

to execute the fight Now I'm mimicking the fadeaway,

drifting to the left Leaving every ounce of energy,

running out of breath I’m tryna ball like Kobe,

zero in the clock I’m tryna ball like Kobe,

soaring for the block Tear the Achilles tendon,

walk it straight to the line Sink both free throws,

that's a god-tier design No assistance needed,

walk off on my own two feet That's the definition of a

man who won't accept defeat Outwork the world until the doubt turns

to praise Living in the dark just to dominate the days.

Final game, sixty points,

riding off into the sun Mamba out,

microphone drop, the legacy is done But the blueprint is left for

the kids who want to rise Who look at a basketball with

hunger in their eyes I’m tryna ball like Kobe,

jersey twenty-four I’m tryna ball like Kobe,

number eight war Every single repetition,

every lonely night stride Fueling up the fire that is burning deep

inside It’s a lifestyle,

it’s a choice, it’s a state of mind Leaving all the average,

normal people far behind.

Yeah.

Tryna ball like Kobe.

Every day.

Every second.

Mamba out.