Originally in Dm, I play in Am
Intro
| Am | Am11 | Fmaj7/A | Fmaj7/A |
| Am | Am11 | Fmaj7 | Fmaj7 |
| Dm | C6 | Bm7 | Bm7 |
| E | |||
| Am | F |
| Look, | if you had |
| Am | F |
| One shot | one opportunity |
| Am | F |
| To seize everything you ever wanted, | one moment |
| Am | F |
| Would you capture it, | or just let it slip, yo |
| Am | |
| His pa | lms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy |
| F | |
| There’s vomit | on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti |
| Am | |
| He’s nervous, | but on the surface he looks calm and ready |
| F | |
| To drop bo | mbs, but he keeps on forgetting |
| Am | |
| What he wr | ote down, the whole crowd goes so loud |
| F | |
| He ope | ns his mouth, but the words won’t come out |
| Am | |
| He’s cho | king, how, everybody’s joking now |
| F | |
| The clock’s r | un out, time’s up, over, blao |
| Am | |
| Snap ba | ck to reality, oh, there goes gravity |
| F |
| Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked, he’s so mad but he |
| Am | |
| Wo | n’t, give up that easy, no, he won’t have it he |
| F | G | |
| Kn | ows, his whole back’s to these ro | pes, it don’t matter he’s |
| Am |
| Dope, he knows that but he’s broke, he’s so stagnant he |
| F | |
| Kn | ows, when he goes back to this mobile home, that’s when it’s |
| Am |
| Back to the lab again, yo, this whole rhapsody |
| F | G | |
| Bet | ter go capture this moment and ho | pe it don’t pass him |
| Am | |
| You better l | ose yourself in the music |
| F | G | |
| The moment, you own i | t, you better never let it go |
| Am | |
| You only get | one shot, do not miss your chance to blow |
| F | G | |
| This opport | unity comes once in a lifet | ime |
| Am | |
| You better lo | se yourself in the music |
| F | G | |
| The moment, you own | it, you better never let it go |
| Am | |
| You only get o | ne shot, do not miss your chance to blow |
| F | G | |
| This opport | unity comes once in a lifet | ime |
| Am | |
| His so | ul’s escaping, through this hole that is gaping |
| F |
| This world is mine for the taking, make me king |
| Am |
| As we move toward a new world order |
| F | |
| A no | rmal life is boring, but superstardom’s |
| Am |
| Close to post mortem, it only grows harder |
| F |
| Homie grows hotter, he blows it’s all over |
| Am | |
| These | hoes is all on him, coast to coast shows |
| F | |
| He’s | known as the globetrotter lonely roads, god only |
| Am | |
| K | nows he’s grown farther from home, he’s no father |
| F | |
| He | goes home and barely knows his own daughter |
| Am | |
| But | hold your nose ‘cause here goes the cold water |
| F | G | |
| These | hoes don’t want him no | more, he’s cold product |
| Am | |
| They | moved on to the next schmoe who flows, he |
| F | |
| Nose-d | ove and sold nada, so the soap opera is |
| Am |
| Told it unfolds, I suppose it’s old partner, but the |
| F | G |
| Beat goes on, da da d | um, da dum |
| Am | |
| You better l | ose yourself in the music |
| F | G | |
| The moment, you own i | t, you better never let it go |
| Am | |
| You only get | one shot, do not miss your chance to blow |
| F | G | |
| This opport | unity comes once in a lifet | ime |
| Am | |
| You better lo | se yourself in the music |
| F | G | |
| The moment, you own | it, you better never let it go |
| Am | |
| You only get o | ne shot, do not miss your chance to blow |
| F | G | |
| This opport | unity comes once in a lifet | ime |
| Am |
| No more games, I’m-a change what you call rage |
| F | |
| Tear this | motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged |
| Am | |
| I was | playing in the beginning, the mood all changed |
| Dm | F | |
| I’ve been c | hewed up and spit out and | booed off stage |
| Am | |
| But I | kept rhyming and stepped, writing the next cypher |
| F |
| Best believe somebody’s paying the pied piper |
| Am |
| All the pain inside amplified by the |
| Dm | F |
| Fact that I can’t get | by with my nine to |
| Am |
| Five, and I can’t provide the right type of |
| F |
| Life for my family ‘cause man, these goddamn food |
| Am |
| Stamps don’t buy diapers, and it’s no movie, there’s |
| F | G |
| No Mekhi Phifer, | this is my life |
| Am | |
| And these | times are so hard and it’s getting even harder |
| F | |
| Trying to | feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter |
| Am | |
| Caught up betw | een being a father and a prima donna |
| F | G | |
| Baby | mama drama’s screaming on and | too much for me to wanna |
| Am |
| Stay in one spot, another day of monotony’s |
| F | |
| Gotten | me to the point I’m like a snail |
| Am | |
| I’ve got to formul | ate a plot or end up in jail or shot |
| F | G | |
| Succe | ss is my only motherfucking | option, failure’s not |
| Am |
| Mom, I love you, but this trailer’s got to go |
| F | |
| I cann | ot grow old in Salem’s lot, so here I |
| Am |
| Go it’s my shot feet fail me not |
| F | G/D | |
| This m | ay be the only opportunity | that I got |
| Am | |
| You better l | ose yourself in the music |
| F | G | |
| The moment, you own i | t, you better never let it go |
| Am | |
| You only get | one shot, do not miss your chance to blow |
| F | G | |
| This opport | unity comes once in a lifet | ime |
| Am | |
| You better lo | se yourself in the music |
| F | G | |
| The moment, you own | it, you better never let it go |
| Am | |
| You only get o | ne shot, do not miss your chance to blow |
| F | G | |
| This opport | unity comes once in a lifet | ime |