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OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS (feat. Ejayeraps) Video (MV)




Performed By: Jack Moon
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Tanner English




Jack Moon - OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS (feat. Ejayeraps) Lyrics
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This beat by Ejaye
My opportunity knockin' and shit, yeah
I came in this bitch and I'm cocky as shit
I don't want no handouts, no conscious requests
Cause I been feelin' legit
You in it for the short term, I'ma call you a skit
This shit sound like I already won
I don't take no medicine
Bitch, I'm just my daddy's son
My mama raised me to be the one
I'm never two
I just wanna tell my son
Baby boy, you won't ever lose
And everything I say, I wanna make it true
12, 16 PM, Charlie boy, this shit for you
This is for my dawgs, this is for real the truth
I hope when I'm long gone, they play my shit in heaven too
Roll up the pot
Jacky gon' get it no matter the drop
I want it forever, I want it a lot
Shit, sound like a plot
Shit, baby I'm green, I'm callin' my shot
Shit, baby I'm lean, just call me the walk
Shit, I'm a hit machine
Call me a slot, call me a thot
Call me whatever, don't call me a cop
Seen all the weather, I'm still in the rocks
Look at me, bitch
Look at me, look at me, bitch
I'm in this motherf*cker feelin' like I am the one
Who gon' get it, I swear I ain't stressin' this shit
Yeah, all these rappers be bad news
Feelin' this shit been past due
Been the man since classrooms
My moms knew I was that dude
Eat a beat like fast food
Beat a rapper like cashews
I don't even f*ck with half these rappers anyways
Boys be past due
And this is my last rule
Remember the cash rule
See, this ain't no old news
On God all my clues, blue
I want me a Jag, Jones, Drew
I want me a bag, all blues
Love me some jazz, soul food
I swear to God, I'ma blow soon
I'm like,
My opportunity knockin' this shit
Yeah, I came in this bitch and I'm cocky as shit
I don't want no handouts, no conscious requests
Cause I be feelin' legit
You in it for the short term, I'ma call you skit
This shit sound like I already won
I don't take no medicine
Bitch, I'm just my daddy's son
Yeah, my mama raised me to be the one
I'm never two
I just wanna tell my son
Baby boy, you won't ever lose
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This beat by Ejaye
My opportunity knockin' and shit, yeah
I came in this bitch and I'm cocky as shit
I don't want no handouts, no conscious requests
Cause I been feelin' legit
You in it for the short term, I'ma call you a skit
This shit sound like I already won
I don't take no medicine
Bitch, I'm just my daddy's son
My mama raised me to be the one
I'm never two
I just wanna tell my son
Baby boy, you won't ever lose
And everything I say, I wanna make it true
12, 16 PM, Charlie boy, this shit for you
This is for my dawgs, this is for real the truth
I hope when I'm long gone, they play my shit in heaven too
Roll up the pot
Jacky gon' get it no matter the drop
I want it forever, I want it a lot
Shit, sound like a plot
Shit, baby I'm green, I'm callin' my shot
Shit, baby I'm lean, just call me the walk
Shit, I'm a hit machine
Call me a slot, call me a thot
Call me whatever, don't call me a cop
Seen all the weather, I'm still in the rocks
Look at me, bitch
Look at me, look at me, bitch
I'm in this motherf*cker feelin' like I am the one
Who gon' get it, I swear I ain't stressin' this shit
Yeah, all these rappers be bad news
Feelin' this shit been past due
Been the man since classrooms
My moms knew I was that dude
Eat a beat like fast food
Beat a rapper like cashews
I don't even f*ck with half these rappers anyways
Boys be past due
And this is my last rule
Remember the cash rule
See, this ain't no old news
On God all my clues, blue
I want me a Jag, Jones, Drew
I want me a bag, all blues
Love me some jazz, soul food
I swear to God, I'ma blow soon
I'm like,
My opportunity knockin' this shit
Yeah, I came in this bitch and I'm cocky as shit
I don't want no handouts, no conscious requests
Cause I be feelin' legit
You in it for the short term, I'ma call you skit
This shit sound like I already won
I don't take no medicine
Bitch, I'm just my daddy's son
Yeah, my mama raised me to be the one
I'm never two
I just wanna tell my son
Baby boy, you won't ever lose
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Writer: Tanner English
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