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My Shot (feat. Busta Rhymes, Joell Ortiz & Nate Ruess) (Rise Up Remix)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Roots
The Roots
Performer
Nate Ruess
Nate Ruess
Vocals
Joell Ortiz
Joell Ortiz
Vocals
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
Tariq Trotter
Tariq Trotter
Vocals
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Keyboards
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Drum Programming
Rise Up
Rise Up
Remixer
Ahmir Thompson
Ahmir Thompson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Composer
Richard Rodgers
Richard Rodgers
Composer
Oscar Hammerstein II
Oscar Hammerstein II
Lyrics
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Lyrics
Christopher Wallace
Christopher Wallace
Lyrics
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Lyrics
Osten Harvey Jr.
Osten Harvey Jr.
Composer
Roger Troutman
Roger Troutman
Composer
Ron Chernow
Ron Chernow
Based on the Work of
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alonzo Lazaro
Alonzo Lazaro
Assistant Engineer
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Producer
Brent Arrowood
Brent Arrowood
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Adam Hawkins
Adam Hawkins
Mixing Engineer
Rise Up
Rise Up
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Sarlo
Andrew Sarlo
Vocal Recording Engineer
Gonzalo "Geeflow" Contreras
Gonzalo "Geeflow" Contreras
Vocal Recording Engineer
Greg Green
Greg Green
Vocal Recording Engineer
Jon Schacter
Jon Schacter
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
The Hamilton Mixtape
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
[Verse 1]
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 Spider-Man 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 calisthenics
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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 (Yeah)
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot
No, I'm not throwin' away my shot
Ayo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
[Bridge]
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, we need to wise up (What's good?)
We ain't got no other choice, we need to wise up
Rise up!
[Verse 3]
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 never take my one shot I got 'fore I lie in the earth
And now I come again holdin' down Hamilton Hercules Mulligan
Readin' a 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 (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
[Chorus]
I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot
I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot
Ayo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
[Chorus]
I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot
No, I'm not throwin' away my shot
Ayo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
[Chorus]
I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot
I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot
Ayo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
[Chorus]
I said, I'm not throwin' away my shot
No, I'm not throwin' away my shot
Ayo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
[Outro]
It's time to take a shot
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Written by: Albert Johnson, Christopher Wallace, Kejuan Muchita, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Oscar Hammerstein II, Osten Harvey Jr., Richard Rodgers, Roger Troutman
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