One Day (feat. Mob Rule)
Yeah! You are now in tuned to a MOB RULE and BISHOP BROWN exclusive nigga
One Day
I've been walking, this Earth a minute now
Can't pull out, I'm in it now
Ain't no fucking friends be found
Tell me that you feel me now
I'm beating on my chest to hear percussions in the morning
I don't turn my radio on no more that shit be too boring
Had a foreign tell me that her favorite MC's on tour and
I ate (8) 2 of those 4 rappers call me Kobe how I'm scoring
Pour a four up in my cup and smoke this weed until my eyes red
When I'm gone goin leave a fortune off the words that I said
And I bet, that Hip-Hop ain't dead, no it's alive and well
But y'all just use the wrong senses, listening with sight and smell
The mic can tell, a word can paint a thousand pictures
Might as well
Be like Clooner, loop some ad-libs on a beat and see how they feel
No fuck that
Look, imma bring the cuts back
The MC's, graffiti, scratching and breakdance back
Most y'all shouldn't touch rap
No really like who does that
But that's the shit y'all co-sign I'm saying that y'all dumb mad
I can push the envelope the odds are dope but don't, wait
Steady on they necks until they play my shit at home, games
I be in my head like Hip-Hop dead fuck it no, way
Momma told me boy keep raping you goin make it one, day
Cuz I can push the envelope the odds are dope but don't, wait
Steady on they necks until they play my shit at home, games
I be in my head like Hip-Hop dead fuck it no, way
Momma told me boy keep raping you goin make it one, day
I heard my shit on 107.5 guess I'm popping now
Driving down I-5 my poppa told me move with caution now
Cuz niggas out here scheming leaving families without fathers
If I beat this nigga ass do 25 who raise my daughter huh
I can push some weight to make this rent check stretch
The type of stress that make you blow cess, get more bench press
Reps in county jail don't mean shit when suckas make bail
I made a promise to my momma imma fucking prevail
I mail the whole ziplock and chop it up with the Don
Then told that nigga from the jump he playing games I ain't one
To play the fool I put the tool up to your medulla I shoot em
Get the info then I dip just like assassins how I do em
On the record I'm a record deal away from getting fame nigga
Really couldn't care less I just want to get paid nigga
Have generational wealth, I've felt the pain nigga
When it's said and done just put respect on my name nigga
One Day
I've been walking, this Earth a minute now
Can't pull out, I'm in it now
Ain't no fucking friends be found
Tell me that you feel me now
I'm beating on my chest to hear percussions in the morning
I don't turn my radio on no more that shit be too boring
Had a foreign tell me that her favorite MC's on tour and
I ate (8) 2 of those 4 rappers call me Kobe how I'm scoring
Pour a four up in my cup and smoke this weed until my eyes red
When I'm gone goin leave a fortune off the words that I said
And I bet, that Hip-Hop ain't dead, no it's alive and well
But y'all just use the wrong senses, listening with sight and smell
The mic can tell, a word can paint a thousand pictures
Might as well
Be like Clooner, loop some ad-libs on a beat and see how they feel
No fuck that
Look, imma bring the cuts back
The MC's, graffiti, scratching and breakdance back
Most y'all shouldn't touch rap
No really like who does that
But that's the shit y'all co-sign I'm saying that y'all dumb mad
I can push the envelope the odds are dope but don't, wait
Steady on they necks until they play my shit at home, games
I be in my head like Hip-Hop dead fuck it no, way
Momma told me boy keep raping you goin make it one, day
Cuz I can push the envelope the odds are dope but don't, wait
Steady on they necks until they play my shit at home, games
I be in my head like Hip-Hop dead fuck it no, way
Momma told me boy keep raping you goin make it one, day
I heard my shit on 107.5 guess I'm popping now
Driving down I-5 my poppa told me move with caution now
Cuz niggas out here scheming leaving families without fathers
If I beat this nigga ass do 25 who raise my daughter huh
I can push some weight to make this rent check stretch
The type of stress that make you blow cess, get more bench press
Reps in county jail don't mean shit when suckas make bail
I made a promise to my momma imma fucking prevail
I mail the whole ziplock and chop it up with the Don
Then told that nigga from the jump he playing games I ain't one
To play the fool I put the tool up to your medulla I shoot em
Get the info then I dip just like assassins how I do em
On the record I'm a record deal away from getting fame nigga
Really couldn't care less I just want to get paid nigga
Have generational wealth, I've felt the pain nigga
When it's said and done just put respect on my name nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Bishop Brown
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