me when I am a rapper nervously awaiting for EOG to drop so that I can live my dream life becoming a famous and successful rapper, but currently life is hard and I’m getting slammed by fate, holding off from ending everything because I can fantasize about greatness
Look… If you had… one shot… or one opportunity…
To seize everything you ever wanted… one moment…
Would you capture it? Or just let it slip?
Yo
[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 drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes 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 - BLAOW!
Snap back to reality, OHH! there goes gravity
OHH! there goes Rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t
Give up that easy nope, he won’t have it
He knows, his whole back’s to these 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 this mobile home, that’s when it’s
back to the lab again, yo, this whole rap shift
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him
[Chorus]
You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better…
[Verse 2]
Soul’s escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is boring; but superstardom’s
close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
Homie 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 farther from home, he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cause 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 nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
is told, it unfolds, I suppose it’s old partner
But the beat goes on da-da-dum da-dum da-dah
? Increasing value for value already