[Verse 1: T-Pain]
Man I got way to many cars to let the hatin’ get to me
Especially when I know you ain’t gone bring the sh** to me
So on and so forth, I’m so on and so forceful
Young Fyre kick drums, leave a print of a horse shoe
Everywhere I go, my sh** getting played cause
I ain’t in the hood, I stay in the rave clubs
Keep using them big words that I don’t understand
I take it as disrespect, then turn your face to a cave cuz
Now that’s stupid from a couple aspects
But so is rollin’ up weed with my publishing checks
You don’t think Nappy Boy is the clique, or T-Pain is the sh**
You must be snorting on some f**ing anthrax
Now that’s old school white sh**
My tongue wearing skinny jeans, my flow on that tight sh**
Love from a n***a is the only thing I might get
Everything else, I got; if not, I’ll buy it, now try this
[Chorus; One Chance]
I surrounded by so much hate
Ain’t gone let another take my place
I’m sick and tired of all these lies
Ya’ll n***as ain’t felt no pain
[Verse 2; T-Pain]