My boy Ethan he plays games but he can’t aim (Verse 1) My boy Ethan, he be gaming, but he can't aim Always missing shots, he's got no one to blame Sitting in his room, controller in his hand But when it comes to accuracy, he just can't understand He's got the latest gear, headset on his head But when it's time to shoot, he's better off in bed Bullets flying everywhere, but none hitting the mark He's got the skills, but his aim is way off the charts He's got the kills, but they're all by chance Opponents laughing at him, thinking it's a dance But Ethan keeps on playing, he won't give up the fight Practicing his aim, hoping to get it right (Verse 2) My boy Ethan, he's a gamer through and through Spending hours on the screen, it's all that he'll do But when it comes to aiming, he's got a long way to go He's got the potential, but he's moving too slow He's got the reflexes, quick on the draw But when it's time to hit the target, he's got flaws Watching him play is like watching a comedy show His aim is so bad, it's hard not to let it show But Ethan ain't giving up, he's got the fire inside Determined to improve, he won't be denied He's grinding every day, practicing his shots One day he'll hit the mark, and show them what he's got 16 bars