Текст песни One Shot - Struggle Jennings

One shot, aim it well
My people on the sidelines yelling, "Give 'em hell!"
Bump it right, we buckled up
Think I'm gonna quit, now you got me fucked up

One shot, aim it well
My people on the sidelines yelling, "Give 'em hell!"
Bump it right, we buckled up
Think I'm gonna quit, now you got me fucked up

They ask me how I feel about coming home
Spent my whole life on ledge to edge my comfort zone
People been patiently waiting on the Struggle song
Feds close on my bumper hoping I do something wrong
Get to 'em mandatory life, in the pen' life
A crime of sin thinking 'bout what I might've been
Taking off my throne thrown into a lion's den
Now I'm staring down the barrel loaded like a fire pen

Goes on my scope, there's a strong breeze
Sights pressed tight to my eyes, take a breath and squeeze
They looking like I'm gon' fail, first appearance
Can't let it get the best of me, knee perseverance
You can hear it in my lyrics that the struggle's real
Worried 'bout the bills, ain't worried how they fuck they feel
Can't fit a fall, hit the ground running
It'll be a beautiful sound to hear this four-pound gunning

One shot, aim it well
My people on the sidelines yelling, "Give 'em hell!"
Bump it right, we buckled up
Think I'm gonna quit, now you got me fucked up

One shot, aim it well
My people on the sidelines yelling, "Give 'em hell!"
Bump it right, we buckled up
Think I'm gonna quit, now you got me fucked up

Been playing roulette, one shell in the seven
Made a promise, give it hell for my people in heaven
They said we get a second chance, tell it to Blake
Tell it to Drake, get a pen and then write it to Jake
Staying in chaos of the boats sitting close to the grave
A lotta killers on my boat try to hold 'em at Bay
See my reflection in my kid's eyes like, "Who am I?"
Five bricks in the back seat of a Caddy, do or die

They said I got a light inside of me, how will I use it?
Lost in the dark, follow the spark, don't wanna lose it
The Masters in the pen on iron getting the swoll on
As I was walking out the gates, he told me, "Struggle, hold on
So long, remember where you been if this all go wrong
Do it for ones who can't do it, homie go on"
I took a leap and hit the ground running
Now my barrels smoking speakers bumping, hear the four-pound gunning

One shot, aim it well
My people on the sidelines yelling, "Give 'em hell!"
Bump it right, we buckled up
Think I'm gonna quit, now you got me fucked up

One shot, aim it well
My people on the sidelines yelling, "Give 'em hell!"
Bump it right, we buckled up
Think I'm gonna quit, now you got me fucked up

One shot, aim it well
My people on the sidelines yelling, "Give 'em hell!"
Bump it right, we buckled up
Think I'm gonna quit, now you got me fucked up

One shot, aim it well
My people on the sidelines yelling, "Give 'em hell!"
Bump it right, we buckled up
Think I'm gonna quit, now you got me fucked up