INTRO
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted..one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
Verse 1
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting.
What he wrote down, the whole crowd grows so loud
he opens his mouth, but the words won't come out.
He's chokin, how? everybody's jokin now.
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity,
oh there goes Rabbit, he choked.
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy, no!
He won't have it, he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so sad that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
Chorus X2:
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better not let go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
This soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortal
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows it's all over, these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown father from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daugther
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
These hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He knows dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da
Chorus X2
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's gettin even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus Teeter totter, caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby momma drama's screamin on and on
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotomy
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not
Mom I love you, but this trailers got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go it's my shot
Feet fail me not this maybe the only opportunity that I got
Chorus X2
You can do anything you set your mind to, man!
