Yo I coulda' had fame shot with a stupid ass aim Cause you around the last name So my crossover wins the game And ill right? Switched up the flow, but it's still 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 bang the And I'm and I'm Can't these hoes up off me Damn the nasty, coffee Don't treat me the Pope and cross me
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I get it in No innuendo Nobody that I can just on Until I in the end zone And then they come out like P-P-Peck it away vulchers But little did they the payroll Pick up the album, pick up the Sadly, I'm so business Similar protocol but the vary Never been like me and never been like My flows are they scream in high pitch Uh gun cock, And I'm well aware of the gun Telling 'em that I'm running for the top dot org
All the days of my life I have been for this time Could you believe now it's right my eyes Anybody trying to stop me better not fuck me this time Shoot, I'm to shoot into the sky
Yea this is my chance oh, last chance oh Yea this is my last chance, then 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
Only one chance one in the gun This is my and I only got one yea The off and I put on stars Oh 'em up, stick 'em up to shoot Yeah yeah I'm ready to This is my and I only got one yea The off and I put on stars Get ready, I'm to shoot