The One
I knew I would be the one, like I was born a Mexican
I'm on the ass like the end of a sentence, no predicate
Man I got more trips than a plane, I'm suited like the president
And bitch I drip like the rain, I'm splashing in the latest shit no puddle
I stay with that stick, cutter, like Ruben that bitch stutter
Nigga mad I hit his baby mama, I'm a motherfucker
She come back to back like frisbee's, Ella-Ma she in her feelings
Niggas goofy call 'em Disney, just like Pooh you know I'm winning
They see I'm different like a boat, every bar I drop a quote
This off the head not something I wrote, I'm smoking hemps inhaling smoke
Like Homer Simpson I got dope, I gave the whole hood hope
I treat the studio like the gym, this the shit they waiting for
Just like soccer, I'm in the field nigga chasing my goal
Remember days when I was broke, I ate kid cuisine cold
Now I'm rapping clutching poles, I ain't worried bout these hoes
Floor so sick I got a cold, I done got back in that mode
Grew out them waves and got a temp, these hoes they call me toxic
Ain't worried bout these bitches, I know they green just like some broccoli
I got ice around my neck, these diamonds on me playing hockey
Ain't rock them Robin Jeans, I rocked them Levi Jeans with five pockets
Six grade I took my teacher off, you can ask that nigga Toddy
Money make the world go around, I'm all about the profit
Since then nigga I ain't stop it, I'm getting to the Bills ain't talking Cobsy
Finger itching like Poison Ivy, I'm to raw I don't fuck with nobody
I'm on the ass like the end of a sentence, no predicate
Man I got more trips than a plane, I'm suited like the president
And bitch I drip like the rain, I'm splashing in the latest shit no puddle
I stay with that stick, cutter, like Ruben that bitch stutter
Nigga mad I hit his baby mama, I'm a motherfucker
She come back to back like frisbee's, Ella-Ma she in her feelings
Niggas goofy call 'em Disney, just like Pooh you know I'm winning
They see I'm different like a boat, every bar I drop a quote
This off the head not something I wrote, I'm smoking hemps inhaling smoke
Like Homer Simpson I got dope, I gave the whole hood hope
I treat the studio like the gym, this the shit they waiting for
Just like soccer, I'm in the field nigga chasing my goal
Remember days when I was broke, I ate kid cuisine cold
Now I'm rapping clutching poles, I ain't worried bout these hoes
Floor so sick I got a cold, I done got back in that mode
Grew out them waves and got a temp, these hoes they call me toxic
Ain't worried bout these bitches, I know they green just like some broccoli
I got ice around my neck, these diamonds on me playing hockey
Ain't rock them Robin Jeans, I rocked them Levi Jeans with five pockets
Six grade I took my teacher off, you can ask that nigga Toddy
Money make the world go around, I'm all about the profit
Since then nigga I ain't stop it, I'm getting to the Bills ain't talking Cobsy
Finger itching like Poison Ivy, I'm to raw I don't fuck with nobody
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Writer(s): Michael Hawkins
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