[Intro]
Look,…
If you had…one shot…or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted…in 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
He drop bombs. But he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words [bad word] out
He’s choking how. Everybody’s joking now!
The [bad word] 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 this rope
It doesn’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 [bad word] 
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him

 [bad word] 
Move it!
Lose yourself in the music, the moment you own
 [bad word]  you better never let it go-ho
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This [bad word] once in a lifetime, move it
Lose yourself in the music, the moment you own
 [bad word]  you better never let it go-ho
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This [bad word] once in a lifetime, move it

[Verse 2]
Souls escaping, through this hole that’s gaping
This world’s mine for the taking
Make me King! As we move toward a new world order
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’s all on hime
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 knows dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it’s old partner
But the beat goes on, dah dah dum, dah dum, dah dah

 [bad word] 

[Verse 3]
No more games, I’ma change what you call rage
Tear this [bad word] roof off like two dogs caged
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
I’ve been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin’, stepped right in the next cypha
Best believe somebody’s payin’ the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
fact that I can’t get by with my nine to 
five and I can’t provide the right type of
life for my family, ’cause man these god [bad word] food stamps
don’t buy diapers, and there’s no movie
There’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard, and it’s gettin ever harder
Tryin’ to feed and water my seed plus, teetertotter
Caught up between being a father and a primadonna
Baby momma drama screamin’ on her too much for me, 
To stay in one spot, another day or not
Has gotten me, to the point, I’m like a snail
I’ve got to formulate a plot, or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only [bad word] option, failure’s not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem’s Lot
So here I go, it’s my shot, feet fail me not
This may be the only opportunity that I got

 [bad word] 

[Outro]
You can do anything you set your mind to, man