One Minute
AkZeNT told me this shit too short
Alright
One Minute Beat and I think that it's comical
Told them that I think that it's cool
Don't need more because I know I can bool
Headshot -- buddy look goofy
Little boy smoking a doobie
Zebra print like I'm on a safari
Black and white stripe call me a criminal
One Minute Beat and I think that it's comical
Breaking the law while I study JD
Hit my boy line, yeah he selling the P's
All my rigs yeah they kept in a pelican
You too broke yeah you can't even step in
Ain't Halloween but I'm dressing in Skeleton
Kapital bones but swear I ain't flexing
500 on the fit no that ain't shit
You go where I go - you can't afford it
You flexing in chrome and you making me laugh
When I was in high school I been on that
I had that shit way way back
I hate when these people they try to act rich
Stop tucking your belt yeah you look like a prick
UFC fighter I ground and pound
Heavyweight I knock your ass down
Move too swift in an octagon
Bout this shit yeah I put you on
Hop on the mic and I'm doing these songs
Glock on my hip and you know that I got it
Talking bout shooting you ain't held a stick
Jumping on stage and I'm wearing all Rick
Run through my set I feel like it's quick
When I'm on stage yeah you ain't missing shit
What do you think
My one minute diss
Rippin' through tracks I'm feeling too strong
Doubting me and I'm proving you wrong
Alright
One Minute Beat and I think that it's comical
Told them that I think that it's cool
Don't need more because I know I can bool
Headshot -- buddy look goofy
Little boy smoking a doobie
Zebra print like I'm on a safari
Black and white stripe call me a criminal
One Minute Beat and I think that it's comical
Breaking the law while I study JD
Hit my boy line, yeah he selling the P's
All my rigs yeah they kept in a pelican
You too broke yeah you can't even step in
Ain't Halloween but I'm dressing in Skeleton
Kapital bones but swear I ain't flexing
500 on the fit no that ain't shit
You go where I go - you can't afford it
You flexing in chrome and you making me laugh
When I was in high school I been on that
I had that shit way way back
I hate when these people they try to act rich
Stop tucking your belt yeah you look like a prick
UFC fighter I ground and pound
Heavyweight I knock your ass down
Move too swift in an octagon
Bout this shit yeah I put you on
Hop on the mic and I'm doing these songs
Glock on my hip and you know that I got it
Talking bout shooting you ain't held a stick
Jumping on stage and I'm wearing all Rick
Run through my set I feel like it's quick
When I'm on stage yeah you ain't missing shit
What do you think
My one minute diss
Rippin' through tracks I'm feeling too strong
Doubting me and I'm proving you wrong
Credits
Writer(s): Luis Juarez Pineda, Matthew Malters
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