Yo I been had fame shot with a stupid ass aim Cause you couldn't the last name So my crossover wins the last And ill right? Switched up the flow, but it's right Go to that, yea I still 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 the pistol And I'm and I'm Can't keep hoes up off me Damn the flow nasty, Don't treat me the Pope and cross 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 to shoot (ready to shoot) I'm ready, I'm to shoot (ready to shoot) I'm ready, I'm ready to I'm to shoot
I get it in No innuendo Nobody I can just depend on I touchdown in the end zone And they come out like roaches P-P-Peck it away vulchers But little did they Distribute the up the album, pick up the single Sadly, I'm so business protocol but the templates vary Never like me and never been like this My flows are crisis they in high pitch Uh gun cock, And I'm well aware of the gun Telling 'em I'm running for the top Forbes dot org
All the days of my I have been waiting for this time you believe now it's right before my eyes Anybody trying to stop me not fuck with 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, 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 ready to I'm to shoot
Only one one bullet in the gun This is my and I only got one yea The saftey's off and I put on Oh 'em up, stick 'em up to shoot Yeah I'm ready to shoot This is my and I only got one yea The off and I put on stars Get ready, I'm to shoot