OWT (One Way Ticket)
One way ticket from home
Run this shit, I feel like Capone
Watch me take the place that I want
Watch me get the whip that I want
The bitch that I want,
see how the piece is gon' fall
And watch them niggas who can't do it probably hate about it
And watch me make hits out my room, I'm countin' pape up out it
Let's focus on these hoes' attention, I won't say nothing about it
Ain't gotta tell them it's me, it's me
Ain't gotta tell them it's me, ain't gotta tell them they know
I'm living life to grow, I tell them what's the point if they don't
Been tryna battle the beast
I'm tryna get his ass gone
I'm tryna lay my thoughts to rest
That's why I'm singing this song
Yeah, early morning, late night
Fell in with the great whites
I can see straight through you niggas
Lot of y'all gon' fake bite
Every month, the same flight
I can't live no lame life
It takes time, I took a
One way ticket from home
Run this shit, I feel like Capone
Watch me take the place that I want
Watch me get the whip that I want
The bitch that I want,
see how the piece is gon' fall
And watch them niggas who can't do it probably hate about it
And watch me make hits out my room, I'm countin' pape up out it
Let's focus on these hoes' attention, I won't say nothing about it
Ain't gotta tell them it's me, it's me
I been on my shit, I guess I'm growin' up
I got all that jealous out my heart but still ain't no love
Walking out that function, paparazzi see me hold up
Niggas they don't know about real stress, I gotta roll up
Sit back, runnin' that shit, feel like big meech or something
Niggas they been watching my moves, I'm tryna teach em' something
Big pack, up in the air, feel like I'm Cheech or something
I risked my life and took a
One way ticket from home
Run this shit, I feel like Capone
Watch me take the place that I want
Watch me get the whip that I want
The bitch that I want,
see how the piece is gon' fall
And watch them niggas who can't do it probably hate about it
And watch me make hits out my room, I'm countin' pape up out it
Let's focus on these hoes' attention, I won't say nothing about it
Ain't gotta tell them it's me, it's me
Run this shit, I feel like Capone
Watch me take the place that I want
Watch me get the whip that I want
The bitch that I want,
see how the piece is gon' fall
And watch them niggas who can't do it probably hate about it
And watch me make hits out my room, I'm countin' pape up out it
Let's focus on these hoes' attention, I won't say nothing about it
Ain't gotta tell them it's me, it's me
Ain't gotta tell them it's me, ain't gotta tell them they know
I'm living life to grow, I tell them what's the point if they don't
Been tryna battle the beast
I'm tryna get his ass gone
I'm tryna lay my thoughts to rest
That's why I'm singing this song
Yeah, early morning, late night
Fell in with the great whites
I can see straight through you niggas
Lot of y'all gon' fake bite
Every month, the same flight
I can't live no lame life
It takes time, I took a
One way ticket from home
Run this shit, I feel like Capone
Watch me take the place that I want
Watch me get the whip that I want
The bitch that I want,
see how the piece is gon' fall
And watch them niggas who can't do it probably hate about it
And watch me make hits out my room, I'm countin' pape up out it
Let's focus on these hoes' attention, I won't say nothing about it
Ain't gotta tell them it's me, it's me
I been on my shit, I guess I'm growin' up
I got all that jealous out my heart but still ain't no love
Walking out that function, paparazzi see me hold up
Niggas they don't know about real stress, I gotta roll up
Sit back, runnin' that shit, feel like big meech or something
Niggas they been watching my moves, I'm tryna teach em' something
Big pack, up in the air, feel like I'm Cheech or something
I risked my life and took a
One way ticket from home
Run this shit, I feel like Capone
Watch me take the place that I want
Watch me get the whip that I want
The bitch that I want,
see how the piece is gon' fall
And watch them niggas who can't do it probably hate about it
And watch me make hits out my room, I'm countin' pape up out it
Let's focus on these hoes' attention, I won't say nothing about it
Ain't gotta tell them it's me, it's me
Credits
Writer(s): Tae Riley
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