Yo I coulda' had fame Jump with a stupid ass aim Cause you couldn't around the last So my crossover the last game And ill right? Switched up the flow, but still right Go back to that, yea I might just do me, when it feel right uh You can it any day Bad Ass, N.B.A. That's my why officials Don't blow the Bang bang the And I'm and I'm Can't these hoes up off me Damn the flow nasty, Don't treat me like the Pope and me
Yea this is my last chance oh, chance oh Yea this is my last chance, then I'm to shoot I'm to shoot (ready to shoot) I'm ready to (ready to shoot) I'm ready, I'm to shoot (ready to shoot) I'm ready, I'm to shoot I'm to shoot
I get it in No innuendo Nobody I can just depend on Until I touchdown in the end And then come out like roaches it away like vulchers But did they know the payroll Pick up the album, up the single Sadly, I'm so savvy Similar protocol but the vary Never been like me and been like this My flows are they scream in high pitch Uh gun cock, And I'm well of the gun laws Telling 'em that I'm for the top Forbes dot org
All the days of my life I have been for this time Could you believe now it's before my eyes Anybody trying to stop me better not with me this time Shoot, I'm ready to shoot the sky
Yea this is my last chance oh, chance oh Yea this is my chance, then shoot I'm to shoot I'm ready to (ready to shoot) I'm ready to (ready to shoot) I'm ready to (ready to shoot) I'm to shoot I'm ready to
one chance one bullet in the gun This is my life and I got one yea The off and I put on stars Oh 'em up, stick 'em up to shoot Yeah yeah I'm to shoot This is my life and I got one yea The saftey's off and I put on Get ready, I'm ready to