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Description
Composer Lyricist, Producer: J.R. Rotem
Co Producer: Aliby
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Composer Lyricist: P. Ring
Composer Lyricist: J. Bevan
Composer Lyricist: E. Congreave
Composer Lyricist: W. Gervers
Composer Lyricist: Y. Philippakis
Composer Lyricist: J. Smith
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh shit, oh shit, here it goes.
-Count! -This is our one shot. Ahh-ahh-ahh.
Final call.
This is our one shot.
-Ahh-ahh-ahh. Final call. -Let's go.
This is our one shot. Ahh-ahh-ahh.
Final call.
This is our one shot.
-Ahh-ahh-ahh. Final call. -Okay, I came in, no clout.
Small bank and my big mouth. Small name but these big shots know just what this kid's 'bout.
I said shit, then I meant shit. Callin' up, "I dare shit.
" I treat hoes just like hoes, that throw bones, go fetch it. I'm pitbull, that X shit.
That goin' in if they next shit. That we gonna have a problem if I am not on they neck shit.
'Cause I wreck shit, can't tame me. I'm Eminem and I'm Jay-Z.
I'm the renegade of this rap shit. Me and all my boys like A-Team. Fuck wrong with y'all?
This is my one shot, I better see you get ghost.
Because I will treat competition like hoes. Skip conversation and come at they throats.
Boy, I'm from the C-L-E, V-L-A in me and I will be reppin' that until I die.
And you either with me or riding against me, so let me know, put them L's up in the sky. Next up.
This is our one shot.
Ahh-ahh-ahh.
Final call.
This is our one shot.
-Ahh-ahh-ahh. Final call. -Let's go.
This is our one shot. Ahh-ahh-ahh.
Final call.
This is our one -shot. Ahh-ahh-ahh. Final call. -Call him The Man. Better yet, call me The
Kid. 'Cause ain't nobody this young done what I did.
'Cause ain't nobody this young go through the shit that I went through these past couple years and lived.
Y'all suckers, hickey shit. I'm a real rockstar, Nicky Six.
I'm the Nas and y'all just watch. Goddamn, y'all Nickies bitch. Can the game get any more corny?
Can the fame get any more boring?
Can any other man jump like I do without garbage and make it easy for me? Is it possible for anyone to ignore me?
Is it possible for anyone to record me so I can address all the people that took my clothes, videos, songs, and put 'em out before me? And is it possible to die?
Possibly delivered the endless lyrics, somebody call the paramedics.
Somebody call the fuckin' paramedics.
Is it even possible a lack of academics to get the credit in the city and never spend a minute in a class?
Fuck that, kiss my ass. Dre, kill this bitch black. Roll it up and let me hit it. Got it.
This is our one shot.
Ahh-ahh-ahh. Final call.
This is our one shot.
-Ahh-ahh-ahh. Final call. -Let's go.
This is our one shot. Ahh-ahh-ahh.
Final call. This is our one shot.
Ahh-ahh-ahh. Final call.
One shot, one shot.
This is our one shot. Ahh-ahh-ahh.
Final call.
This is our one shot -. Ahh-ahh-ahh. Final call. -Let's go.
This is our one shot. Ahh-ahh-ahh.
Final call.
This is our one shot. Ahh-ahh-ahh. Final call.