Por Mis Pistolas
Oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah
You know what's up
I made the team
So I didn't get cut
Warming up for my shot
Cause a free throw
Ain't free in this game
Finger roll, lay it up
Hol' up
Hol' up
What
What he just say
Talking 'bout da game
He ain't even get to play
Nope
Sitting on a bench
His dream gotta wait
But I beg to differ
Listen to what I gotta say
Woah
Woah
Woah
Don't quit now
Better keep on swimming
Don't drown now
There's blood in the water
Sharks at the border
Immigration let you through
If you give them a quarter
Or uh
Marriage for your daughter
If not
Kick rocks
Then you end up in a folder
Back to your hometown you go
Do a couple shows
For the people you barely know
No siree bob
I would not go back to the bottom
Top off my noggin'
You swallow
My pride and sorrow
Dissect my heart
You will borrow
A beat
If that's what you need
To compete
With me, myself and I
Cannot even lie
This was meant to be
Why dontcha
Reach for the stars
You'll go far now
Far now
Reach for my hand
You won't fall down
Fall down
Reach for the sky
'Til you get high
Get high
Reach for the sky
Reach for the sky
Reach for the stars
You'll go far now
Far now
Reach for my hand
You won't fall down
Fall down
Reach for the sky
'Til you get high
Get high
Reach for the sky
Reach for the sky
Haven't you heard
No clipped wings
I'm free as a bird
But I feel trapped in a cage
Can I break free
Breaking all da chains
My neck can feel
Eyes can breathe
Mind is free
My heart can see
You ain't feelin' what I feel
Why you pressuring me
Like a 3x man
It don't fit on me
But what am I to do
When hand me downs are free
And it's only naturally
That I break your arm
If you try to hug me
No no no
I ain't going out like that
Need a fresh cut
As a matter of fact
I'm
So insecure at times
Are you really my friend
Cause you heard I could rhyme
(Hmmm)
Guess we'll know in time
If I see you tryna cut
I'll put your ass at the back of the line
And bounce with that
Pour some liquor out
Smoke an ounce with that
Just wanna put the city on the map
Only way out
Was a golden rap
Like Charlie
When he found the last golden ticket
Got me runnin'
Through a whole 'notha city
Only changed for better
Now that I have your attention
Then I hope you listen
Why dontcha
Reach for the stars
You'll go far now
Far now
Reach for my hand
You won't fall down
Fall down
Reach for the sky
'Til you get high
Get high
Reach for the sky
Reach for the sky
Reach for the stars
You'll go far now
Far now
Reach for my hand
You won't fall down
Fall down
Reach for the sky
'Til you get high
Get high
Reach for the sky
Reach for the sky
No you don't
No you don't
No you don't know
What I been through
No you don't
No you don't know
What I been through
No you don't
No you don't know
No you don't know
No you don't
Oye
I'm geekin'
Sippin' lean and fucking bitches
Lights, camera and action
Jett Jackson, I'm the realist
Hands on you can feel it
Banana clip l'll peel it
Action Jackson with the bolt action
It's duck season Imma kill it
Oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah
You know what's up
I made the team
So I didn't get cut
Warming up for my shot
Cause a free throw
Ain't free in this game
Finger roll, lay it up
Hol' up
Hol' up
What
What he just say
Talking 'bout da game
He ain't even get to play
Nope
Sitting on a bench
His dream gotta wait
But I beg to differ
Listen to what I gotta say
Woah
Woah
Woah
Don't quit now
Better keep on swimming
Don't drown now
There's blood in the water
Sharks at the border
Immigration let you through
If you give them a quarter
Or uh
Marriage for your daughter
If not
Kick rocks
Then you end up in a folder
Back to your hometown you go
Do a couple shows
For the people you barely know
No siree bob
I would not go back to the bottom
Top off my noggin'
You swallow
My pride and sorrow
Dissect my heart
You will borrow
A beat
If that's what you need
To compete
With me, myself and I
Cannot even lie
This was meant to be
Why dontcha
Reach for the stars
You'll go far now
Far now
Reach for my hand
You won't fall down
Fall down
Reach for the sky
'Til you get high
Get high
Reach for the sky
Reach for the sky
Reach for the stars
You'll go far now
Far now
Reach for my hand
You won't fall down
Fall down
Reach for the sky
'Til you get high
Get high
Reach for the sky
Reach for the sky
Haven't you heard
No clipped wings
I'm free as a bird
But I feel trapped in a cage
Can I break free
Breaking all da chains
My neck can feel
Eyes can breathe
Mind is free
My heart can see
You ain't feelin' what I feel
Why you pressuring me
Like a 3x man
It don't fit on me
But what am I to do
When hand me downs are free
And it's only naturally
That I break your arm
If you try to hug me
No no no
I ain't going out like that
Need a fresh cut
As a matter of fact
I'm
So insecure at times
Are you really my friend
Cause you heard I could rhyme
(Hmmm)
Guess we'll know in time
If I see you tryna cut
I'll put your ass at the back of the line
And bounce with that
Pour some liquor out
Smoke an ounce with that
Just wanna put the city on the map
Only way out
Was a golden rap
Like Charlie
When he found the last golden ticket
Got me runnin'
Through a whole 'notha city
Only changed for better
Now that I have your attention
Then I hope you listen
Why dontcha
Reach for the stars
You'll go far now
Far now
Reach for my hand
You won't fall down
Fall down
Reach for the sky
'Til you get high
Get high
Reach for the sky
Reach for the sky
Reach for the stars
You'll go far now
Far now
Reach for my hand
You won't fall down
Fall down
Reach for the sky
'Til you get high
Get high
Reach for the sky
Reach for the sky
No you don't
No you don't
No you don't know
What I been through
No you don't
No you don't know
What I been through
No you don't
No you don't know
No you don't know
No you don't
Oye
I'm geekin'
Sippin' lean and fucking bitches
Lights, camera and action
Jett Jackson, I'm the realist
Hands on you can feel it
Banana clip l'll peel it
Action Jackson with the bolt action
It's duck season Imma kill it
Oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Imma kill it
Oh yeah
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Writer(s): Kevin Tabron
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