One (Broken Promises)

Promised to homies I'd make it by now
No girlfriend since high school, feel naked right now
Gave love to my music, no chick, to confuse it
Thought I'd be up for a Grammy by now
(Damn) guess times change, people change, dreams forgotten too
Not mine, bout o have em' scream my name thinking Pete whatcha bout to do?
Uhhhh

Follow suit, quit with promising, honestly
Action speak louder than words, n' i gotta deem
Myself great, n' my wealth attainable
My bars deep, yet self explainable

Promised my homies I'd make it to wealth
Above all that, I promised myself
To delve in deep with these bars
Never settle foe three, two cuz I'm the, cuz I'm the
One, one one one

I'm the one, one one one
No commas been made, no dramas been had
Promises broke, my fathers been mad
Flex on a rapper than stomp on his gnads
I'm the one, one one one
No commas been made, no dramas been had
Promises broke, my mommas been sad
Ain't make it out the house, don't have me a pad

Promise to, promise to, promise to rappers, I'd kill em'
On songs then fill rooms with laughter
Like joker, like villains, big shoes to fill em'
Locked loaded and ready to pillage
N'
I get top billing, on the top chilling
Getting top, filling my chicks jaw really?
(That's disgusting)
Sorry for cussing
Rappers promise they one, but really they bluffing
One flow, one voice, one song, no choice
Twenty hoes, no legacy
Imma have one chick, twenty flows and growing, many flows for me

I been too nice for y'all, too old to stall
Twenty three n' counting, who told you all
To rap as weak, you lack mystique, attracting geeks
You ain't packing bars, you ain't slapping me like

I'm the one, one one one
No commas been made, no dramas been had
Promises broke, my fathers been mad
Flex on a rapper than stomp on his gnads
I'm the one, one one one
No commas been made, no dramas been had
Promises broke, my mommas been sad
Ain't make it out the house, don't have me a pad

Done making promises, couldn't keep from the start
The flow is the vehicle to go straight your heart
One, one
Done making promises, couldn't keep from the start
Done playing games, I'm a man of my art, I'm the
One, one

Let's get it

Promised my momma id earn a degree
Four years of college, but what've I seen?
Psych wards? slow chase of the green
It's like war, simply more that you see
More you wish to stop- viewing
Neglecting ya instincts to stop- losing
Time to addiction, time's affliction, conditioned to have us chase it n' lose it
Guess that's why time is monetary
Treating studios like monastery's
Shut the fuck up, n' worship the ground
I'm making a classic fuck you in your pound
Promised my momma I'd follow my dreams
She said get a job, I said I'd succeed
Rhyming forever till shot, or whatever
The point is I'm dope as the legends I've seen
Find a silver lining, everybody dying
Everybody doubted since I dropped from outta Zion
Doc said I should've died, momma said she would've cried
Motherfucker listen to me rapping like "yeah, what a vibe"
Ha, the picked up the pen like a clip in a uzi
Hell of a doozy, I relish in losing so when I do win
You can tell by me shooting, I lost it again
King of the new school, with a few Screws loose
Looking for a new new, with a huge caboose
I promise her that I will lover her forever
Find flaws in her then love her for never
Promised myself that I'd rise to the top
Haven't released shit so now am I better?
You can't be the one, if nobody knows it
But Damn it, I'm the one, so I'm gotta go show it

I'm the one, one one one
No commas been made, no dramas been had
Promises broke, my fathers been mad
Flex on a rapper than stomp on his gnads
I'm the one, one one one
No commas been made, no dramas been had
Promises broke, my mommas been sad
Ain't make it out the house, don't have me a pad

Done making promises, couldn't keep from the start
The flow is the vehicle to go straight your heart
One, one
Done making promises, couldn't keep from the start
Done playing games, I'm a man of my art, I'm the
One, one



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Clarke
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