Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Shot , by - The Roots. Release date: 03.11.2016
Song language: English
My Shot |
| The Hamilton Mixtape |
| Woah, woah, woah, woah |
| Woah, woah, woah |
| Ayo, mugshot, gun shot, dope shot, jump shot |
| Take your pick—but you only get one shot |
| Advice from a schoolteacher to a young tot |
| Applyin' a sticker to his Spiderman lunchbox |
| When even role models tell us we’re born to be felons |
| We’re never gettin' into Harvard or Carnegie Mellon |
| And we gon' end up either robbin' somebody or killin' |
| It’s not fair that’s all they can tell us |
| That’s why I hustle hella hard, never celebrate a holiday |
| That’ll be the day I coulda finally hit the lottery |
| I refuse to ever lose or throw my shot away |
| Or chalk it up as just another one that got away |
| So I’m unapologetic, I’m on my calesthenics |
| If I have given it all I got I cannot regret it |
| My point of destination’s different from where I was headed |
| 'Cause I’ma shoot for the stars to get it |
| One shot |
| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| Yo I’m just like my country |
| I’m young, scrappy, and hungry |
| And I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| No I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| Yo I’m just like my country |
| I’m young, scrappy and hungry |
| And I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| When opportunity knock, you don’t send anyone to get it |
| Answer the door, welcome it, let it in, or regret it |
| They said if you can’t beat 'em you join 'em |
| I say, «Forget it» |
| 'Cause once you join 'em you’re buildin' a ceilin' the way you’re headed |
| Be American, express how you feel and take the credit |
| Don’t settle for 87, go premium unleaded and |
| Take off, shake all the hate off, it’s over |
| It’s they loss, the payoff’s their weight off your shoulders |
| Must admit, I’m feelin', um, kinda, um |
| Lighter as a writer with this fire and desire to go higher |
| Than a stealth fighter pilot with my eye on every prize |
| I surprise you guys, I’m a prize fighter |
| My nine to five describe your scribe, survive minor |
| Setbacks and take steps back from pied pipers |
| Be leaders, believers in yourself and mean it |
| I mean you only get one shot, take it or leave it |
| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| Yo I’m just like my country |
| I’m young, scrappy and hungry |
| And I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| No I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| Yo I’m just like my country |
| I’m young, scrappy and hungry |
| And I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| Rise up |
| If you livin' on your knees, you rise up |
| Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up |
| Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up |
| When are folks like me and you gonna rise up? |
| Every city, every hood, we need to rise up |
| All my soldiers, what’s good? |
| We need to wise up |
| We ain’t got no other choice, we need to wise up |
| Rise up! |
| Throughout my travels and journeys through life I’ve been searchin' |
| And been learnin' to be the type of person |
| To display how determined I get when I’m certain |
| Inside I feel that fire that’s burnin' |
| Like a knife that is turnin', I fight while I’m hurtin' |
| Sometimes they’re right 'cause life is a burden |
| Like the pain from a bite that’ll worsen |
| Tryna stifle the light that’ll shine on me first and |
| Before I ride in a hearse and |
| My breathing stops and |
| You’ll never take my one shot I got 'fore I lie in the earth |
| And now I come again holdin' that Hamilton Hercules Mulligan |
| Readin' in Vanity Fair or the Huffington |
| Done with the sufferin', we in the guts again, family rushin' in |
| Wonder where Busta been |
| Feelin' the hunger and feedin' the lust to win |
| See I’ve been patiently waitin' for this moment |
| To rise up again, that’s the way I was molded |
| And as the last one standin' as the rest of them foldin' |
| Give me my one chance to grab the torch and properly hold it |
| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| Ayy, yo I’m just like my country |
| I’m young, scrappy and hungry |
| And I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| No I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| Yo I’m just like my country |
| I’m young, scrappy and hungry |
| And I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| Ayy, yo I’m just like my country |
| I’m young, scrappy and hungry |
| And I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| I said I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| No I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| Ayy yo I’m just like my country |
| I’m young, scrappy and hungry |
| And I’m not throwin' away my shot |
| It’s time to take a shot |
| Woah, woah, woah, woah |
| Woah, woah, woah, woah |