Last Chance
Nicki Minaj Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah

Yo
I could've been had fame
Jump shot with a stupid-ass aim
'Cause you couldn't get around the last name
So my cross-over wins the last game
And it's ill, right?
Switched up the flow, but it's still right
Go back to that, yeah, I still might
I'ma just do me when it feel right
Uh, you could bring it any day
Natural bad-ass, NBA
That's my initials, that's why officials
Don't blow the whistle, bang-bang the pistol
A-a-and I'm bossy
Can't keep these hoes up off me
Damn, the flow nasty, coffee
Don't you do like the pope and cross me

Yeah, this is my last chance (oh)
Last chance (oh)
Yeah, this is my last chance
Then shoot, I'm ready to shoot (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm ready to shoot (ready to shoot)
I'm ready to shoot (ready to shoot)
I'm ready, I'm ready to shoot (ready to shoot)
I'm ready, I'm ready to shoot (uh huh)
I'm ready to shoot (uh, uh)

I get it in though
No sexual innuendo
Nobody that I could just depend on
Until I touch down in the end zone
And then they come out like roaches
P-p-pecking away like vultures
But little did they know, distribute the payroll
Pick out the outfit, pick out the single
Sadly, I'm so business savvy
Similar protocol, but the tidbits vary
Never been like me, ain't never been like this
My flow's a crisis, they screamin' high pitch
Uh, gun cock, pause
And I'm well aware of the gun laws
Tell 'em that I'm gunnin' for the top, Forbes
Headed to the top, dot org

Yeah, this is my last chance (this is my last chance)
Last chance (oh yeah, yeah)
Yeah, this is my last chance (my last chance)
Then shoot, I'm ready to shoot (eh, eh, eh, eh)
I'm ready to shoot (ready to shoot)
I'm ready to shoot (ready to shoot)
I'm ready to shoot (ready to shoot)
I'm ready to shoot
I'm ready to shoot

All the days of my life, I have been waiting for this time (oh)
Could you believe now it's right before my eyes?
Anybody tryna stop me better not fuck with me this time (oh)
Shoot, I'm ready to shoot into the sky

Yeah, this is my last chance (this is your last chance)
Last chance (oh)
Yeah, this is my last chance
Then shoot, I'm ready to shoot (eh, eh, eh, eh)
I'm ready to shoot

Only one chance, one bullet in the gun (I'm ready to shoot)
This is my life and I only got one, yeah (I'm ready to shoot)
Running through there and I put on the stars (I'm ready to shoot)
Oh, stick 'em up, stick 'em up now, yeah (I'm ready to shoot)
Only one chance, one bullet in the gun
This is my life and I only got one, yeah
The safety's off and I put it on the stars
Oh, stick 'em up, stick 'em up, uh
I'm ready to shoot
Yeah, yeah, I'm ready to shoot
This is my life and I only got one, yeah
The safety's off and I put it on the stars




Get ready, huh
I'm ready to shoot

Overall Meaning

In Nicki Minaj's song Last Chance, she speaks about taking advantage of the opportunity she has in front of her. The verses describe the obstacles she has faced along the way and how she has overcome them. In verse one, she talks about how people couldn't get around her last name, so she switched up her flow to win the game. She also talks about being a natural bad-ass, using her initials NBA to let officials know not to blow the whistle. In the chorus, Nicki expresses that this is her last chance and that she is ready to shoot her shot.


In the second verse, she talks about how nobody has had her back until she reached her goal. She explains how people would try to bring her down and take advantage of her success. She also expresses her business savviness through picking her outfits and singles. Lastly, she speaks about her readiness to take her place in the music industry and make her way to the top of the Forbes list.


Overall, the song talks about Nicki's drive and ambition to make it in the music industry. She overcame obstacles and relied on herself to get where she is and is now ready to take full advantage of her opportunity.


Line by Line Meaning

I could've been had fame
I had the potential to become famous earlier


Jump shot with a stupid-ass aim
I was not good at basketball


'Cause you couldn't get around the last name
People couldn't get past my Trinidadian last name


So my cross-over wins the last game
I used my cross-over move to win the last game


And it's ill, right?
Wasn't that awesome?


Switched up the flow, but it's still right
I changed my style, but it's still good


Go back to that, yeah, I still might
I might go back to my old style


I'ma just do me when it feel right
I'll just do what feels right to me


Uh, you could bring it any day
I'm always ready for a challenge


Natural bad-ass, NBA
I'm naturally badass like an NBA player


That's my initials, that's why officials
The NBA officials don't call fouls on me because of my initials


Don't blow the whistle, bang-bang the pistol
I won't get a foul called on me, I'll shoot instead


A-a-and I'm bossy
I'm in charge


Can't keep these hoes up off me
I'm attractive and in-demand


Damn, the flow nasty, coffee
My flow is dirty, like coffee


Don't you do like the pope and cross me
Don't disrespect me, like the pope crossing himself


Yeah, this is my last chance (oh)
This is my final opportunity to succeed


Then shoot, I'm ready to shoot (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I'm ready to take my shot and succeed


I get it in though
I work hard and achieve success


No sexual innuendo
I'm not talking about anything sexual


Nobody that I could just depend on
I can't rely on anyone


Until I touch down in the end zone
Until I achieve my goal


And then they come out like roaches
People come out of the woodwork when I succeed


P-p-pecking away like vultures
They try to take advantage of my success


But little did they know, distribute the payroll
They don't realize I'm the one in charge of the money


Pick out the outfit, pick out the single
I choose my own clothes and music


Sadly, I'm so business savvy
I'm skilled at business, but it makes me sad


Similar protocol, but the tidbits vary
I follow the same rules as others, but with my own unique details


Never been like me, ain't never been like this
Nobody has ever been like me, or done what I'm doing


My flow's a crisis, they screamin' high pitch
My rap style is intense, and people react strongly to it


Uh, gun cock, pause
I'm pausing for effect before delivering a line


And I'm well aware of the gun laws
I know the laws surrounding guns


Tell 'em that I'm gunnin' for the top, Forbes
I'm aiming high, going for the top of Forbes list


Headed to the top, dot org
I'm reaching for the top of my profession


All the days of my life, I have been waiting for this time (oh)
I've been waiting my whole life for this moment


Could you believe now it's right before my eyes?
It's almost hard to believe that I'm so close to success


Anybody tryna stop me better not fuck with me this time (oh)
Anyone who tries to stand in my way will regret it


Only one chance, one bullet in the gun
I only have one opportunity to succeed


This is my life and I only got one, yeah
I have to make the most of my one life


Running through there and I put on the stars
I'm going to succeed and become a star


Oh, stick 'em up, stick 'em up now, yeah
I'm going to take what's mine, and nothing can stop me


The safety's off and I put it on the stars
I'm taking a big risk to achieve success


Get ready, huh
Get ready for my success




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Onika Tanya Maraj, Andrew Evan Thielk, Natasha Anne Bedingfield

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on Anaconda (Explicit)

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My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coins
Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that's real, real, real
Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit

By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)
He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)
So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like (hey)
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (damn)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her butt

This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's
Real country-ass nigga, let me play with his rifle
Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Now that bang, bang, bang
I let him hit it 'cause he slang Cocaine
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I'm on some dumb shit

By the way, what he say? (Ooh, hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)
He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)
So I pulled up in the Jag', Mayweather with the jab like (hey)
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (damn)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her butt

Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
(Oh my God, look at her butt)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Don't, my anaconda don't
Don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (oh my gosh)
Look at, look at, look at
Look at her butt

Yeah, he love this fat ass, hahaha!
Yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club
I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?
Fuck them skinny bitches, fuck them skinny bitches in the club
I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the muthafuckin' club
Fuck you if you skinny bitches, what? K'yeah
Haha, haha, rrr
Yeah
I got a big fat ass
K'yeah
Come on

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(Hey)
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