You only get one get one shot
This opportunity only comes once in a lifetime
You only get one get one shot, don’t never miss
Told my nigga, “If you go spin the block, you better hit”
That’s two for me, counting this money ain’t nothing new to me
You know we riding ’round in them BPs, no moving me
You know there’s nothing none of my opps could never do to me
I hear you niggas talking, just stop it with all that foolery
Told ’em that I only got real love for my day ones
If I ever called you my guys, then you gon’ stay one
Riding ’round my city all day with my hoodie on
I can’t even step out in traffic unless I’m fully armed
Gotta pray to God for my sins, hopin’ he heal me
Gotta wear my heart on my sleeve so they can feel me
Shit, I only got one mic and one chance
If you try and come taking one of mine, then we dumpin’
Thirty in the clip, left with twenty-three, make you jumpman
Seven shells fell in the V, I told you we done playin’
I’ve been jacking fuck love, don’t wanna play no games
Saying what you think, but you think about what you don’t say
Bitches say they love me, but gotta Google my whole name
Driving through my city, the double-R color cocaine
Run it up like Serena Williams when she jogging
All my niggas sippin’ double cups, but we ain’t nodding
On our P’s & Q’s, we never slipping, we from Highbridge
And you know we steady getting to them bucks like Giannis
I mean, we really playing for that team you wish you played for
Look, playing with her nose all day, Demi Moore
Blow your block up like a Claymore
Look, we on duty, nigga, call for me
Just be cool, you don’t want no war with me
She know she can’t get my heart from me anymore
Need you to be there if I fall, pick me off the floor
(I need you to keep it tall)
Shit, I only got one mic and one chance
If you try and come taking one of mine, then we dumpin’
Thirty in the clip, left with twenty-three, make you jumpman
Seven shells fell in the V, I told you we done playin’
I’ve been jacking fuck love, don’t wanna play no games
Saying what you think, but you think about what you don’t say
Bitches say they love me, but gotta Google my whole name
Driving through my city, the double-R color cocaine
Shit, I only got one mic and one chance
If you try and come taking one of mine, then we dumpin’
Thirty in the clip, left with twenty-three, make you jumpman
Seven shells fell in the V, I told you we done playin’
