Prompt:

(Verse) They call him Sick Vic, name got stamped on the court First time he crossed man up, whole block took note Out in the cul-de-sac, rain hit hard, still focused Buckets in the grey sky, young boy stayed locked in Quiet in the daytime, shy when the crowd gets close Don’t say much, keeps calm, don’t gas, don’t boast But give him that ball and it’s different, no joke Step-back clean, then he’s gone, left man all froze Light blue hoodie, Jordans laced up, too neat Tall and slim, glide smooth, got length in his reach From Bright Avenue, where he built that streak Every shot got purpose, every miss gets beat (Chorus) Sick Vic on Bright Avenue Rain or sun, he’s still come through Light blue hoodie, ball and shoes Silent kid, but he can’t lose Girls say he’s cute, boys want that height Want that bounce, want that flight Don’t talk tough, he just shows and proves Sick Vic’s outside making headline moves (Verse) Mum says “Vic, come in,” but he stays for ten more One more shot, one more spin, one more round on the board Got that tunnel vision, man, his mindset’s pure No hype in his voice, but his game stays sure Whole ends know the rhythm when the ball hits pavement Tap-tap, side-step, spin, that’s basic He made hard work look calm, that’s dangerous Slim frame, big reach, and the touch is stainless Man don’t flex for the net, he’s real low-key But the bros all clock when he pulls up clean And the girls in the lane all smile when he leaves Like, “How’s he that cold and sweet?” — that’s peak Never moved loud, never begged man rate him Let the skill speak first, let the form stay blatant Straight killer with the ball, no need for faking Sick Vic built different, no debate ting (Chorus) Sick Vic on Bright Avenue Rain or sun, he’s still come through Light blue hoodie, ball and shoes Silent kid, but he can’t lose Girls say he’s cute, boys want that height Want that bounce, want that flight Don’t talk tough, he just shows and proves Sick Vic’s outside making headline moves (Verse) Cul-de-sac legend, yeah, that’s local fame But he’s dreaming past curbs, got more to claim Every bruise on the sole, every wet cold day Put fire in the chest, put steel in the aim They see him and they think that it came too nice Tall youth, clean face, got blessed with life But they never saw the grind in the fading light When he stayed out late just to get that right Now the mandem stare when he rises up Wrist soft, net sings, that’s violence enough And he still blush quick if the girls say stuff Then he’s back in his zone when he palms that rock Sick Vic, no gimmicks, no cap in the tale Just a boy from Bright Ave tryna sharpen his scale Shy off court, on court he’s a whole new trail Like the future came early and it can’t derail (Chorus) Sick Vic on Bright Avenue Rain or sun, he’s still come through Light blue hoodie, ball and shoes Silent kid, but he can’t lose Girls say he’s cute, boys want that height Want that bounce, want that flight Don’t talk tough, he just shows and proves Sick Vic’s outside making headline moves (Bridge) He don’t need noise, he lets the echo ring Ball on the ground like a drum when he swings From the wet black road to the hope he brings Every missed shot taught him everything And the whole block knows when the sun goes down There’s a slim young king still holding ground No chain, no talk, no need for a crown Just Vic and a dream with the rim right now (Chorus) Sick Vic on Bright Avenue Rain or sun, he’s still come through Light blue hoodie, ball and shoes Silent kid, but he can’t lose Girls say he’s cute, boys want that height Want that bounce, want that flight Don’t talk tough, he just shows and proves Sick Vic’s outside making headline moves