[Verse]
Pick up the pace
Pick up your hands like they stick up the place
And I cannot falter whenever my face at the altar
Who you gave the ball to?
I don't the play martyr
I just play my charter harder
Aimin' for the Hall of Fame
I lock and aim, my shot go bang!
You lames don't want no parts
You all the same, the Charlamagne of talkin'
And I walk inside my lane
I came, I saw, I conquered
Dying's gain, the pride it came before the fall
Summer's ours, Andy's comin'
Hit the floor, I'm John Travolta
Doin' my dance, uh
I'm doin' my dance, aye
I'm doin' my dance
Ooh, run it