Yo I coulda' had fame Jump shot with a ass aim Cause you couldn't around the name So my wins the last game And ill right? up the flow, but it's still right Go back to that, yea I still I'ma just do me, when it right uh You can it any day Bad Ass, N.B.A. That's my why officials Don't the whistle bang the pistol And I'm and I'm Can't these hoes up off me the flow nasty, coffee Don't me like the Pope and cross me
Yea is my last chance oh, last chance oh Yea this is my chance, then shoot 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 sexual Nobody that I can depend on I touchdown in the end zone And then they come out roaches P-P-Peck it away like But little did know the payroll Pick up the album, up the single Sadly, I'm so savvy Similar but the templates vary Never been like me and never been this My are crisis they scream in high pitch Uh gun cock, And I'm well of the gun laws Telling 'em I'm running for the top Forbes dot org
All the days of my life I have been waiting for this Could you believe now right before my eyes trying to stop me better not fuck with me this time Shoot, I'm to shoot into the sky
Yea this is my last oh, last chance oh Yea is my last chance, then shoot I'm to shoot I'm ready to (ready to shoot) I'm to shoot (ready to shoot) I'm ready to (ready to shoot) I'm to shoot I'm to shoot
one chance one bullet in the gun This is my life and I got one yea The saftey's off and I put on Oh stick 'em up, 'em up Ready to Yeah I'm ready to shoot This is my and I only got one yea The saftey's off and I put on Get ready, I'm ready to