One Life
Highed up
All these niggas wishin' they was us
It's easy to see I too would wanna be the man
Highed up
All these niggas wishin' they was us
Yes, well, in these times, well, at least to I
It's a whole lot of niggas tryin' to sound like
That's why I put the flow in the cocoon
Transform it into somethin' new
Created my winter raps in June
Stored them in the vineyard
It'll be November when you hear 'em
I bought these J's in '99, you just seein' 'em now
You might see me on TV with 'em
Might see me in the streets conversatin' with killers
I was laid up, poppin' bottles, smokin' loud with my bitches
I own planes to Vegas with Street Wiz and the Villain
Feelin' like it could all happen tonight
Roll the dice, if you scared turn the lights on
Thought we was all meetin' here
Where did all of these mice come from?
Stop tweetin', baby girl, roll up, light somethin'
Monsta Beatz is in the speakers and I'm tryin' to write somethin'
One life, we live highed up
Everybody wishin' they was us
It's easy to see, I too would wanna be the man
With the pounds and the million dollar plans
One life, we live highed up
All these niggas wishin' they was us
It's easy to see, I too would wanna be the man
With the pounds and the million dollar plans
Right quick
Hit a quick right in a Chevelle '72 double-S with the stripes
I orchestrated this organization of niggas chasin' paper
Break a pound down, have a roundtable discussion
Like, "I think the lil' homie fuckin' up"
Pull him to the side, get him right
I'm gettin' high, tryin' to keep my profile low
Hoes diggin' after my gold, I'm on 'em though
Commando, Rambo, ammo
Rappefied aim at a lame nigga bitch like I'm sayin'
"I'm finna roll, baby girl, you playin'"
Fourteen inch dinner things with the white walls on the Cutlass
With the suede buckets
Sold a Regal with the Vogue's and the mayonnaise mustard ties
My ma bitch like
"Who them new niggas?", she don't trust them guys
Watch 'em, baby girl, you could be my extra set of eyes
It's treacherous in this life
One life, we live highed up
Everybody wishin' they was us
It's easy to see, I too would wanna be the man
With the pounds and the million dollar plans
One life, we live highed up
All these niggas wishin' they was us
It's easy to see, I too would wanna be the man
With the pounds and the million dollar plans
All these niggas wishin' they was us
It's easy to see I too would wanna be the man
Highed up
All these niggas wishin' they was us
Yes, well, in these times, well, at least to I
It's a whole lot of niggas tryin' to sound like
That's why I put the flow in the cocoon
Transform it into somethin' new
Created my winter raps in June
Stored them in the vineyard
It'll be November when you hear 'em
I bought these J's in '99, you just seein' 'em now
You might see me on TV with 'em
Might see me in the streets conversatin' with killers
I was laid up, poppin' bottles, smokin' loud with my bitches
I own planes to Vegas with Street Wiz and the Villain
Feelin' like it could all happen tonight
Roll the dice, if you scared turn the lights on
Thought we was all meetin' here
Where did all of these mice come from?
Stop tweetin', baby girl, roll up, light somethin'
Monsta Beatz is in the speakers and I'm tryin' to write somethin'
One life, we live highed up
Everybody wishin' they was us
It's easy to see, I too would wanna be the man
With the pounds and the million dollar plans
One life, we live highed up
All these niggas wishin' they was us
It's easy to see, I too would wanna be the man
With the pounds and the million dollar plans
Right quick
Hit a quick right in a Chevelle '72 double-S with the stripes
I orchestrated this organization of niggas chasin' paper
Break a pound down, have a roundtable discussion
Like, "I think the lil' homie fuckin' up"
Pull him to the side, get him right
I'm gettin' high, tryin' to keep my profile low
Hoes diggin' after my gold, I'm on 'em though
Commando, Rambo, ammo
Rappefied aim at a lame nigga bitch like I'm sayin'
"I'm finna roll, baby girl, you playin'"
Fourteen inch dinner things with the white walls on the Cutlass
With the suede buckets
Sold a Regal with the Vogue's and the mayonnaise mustard ties
My ma bitch like
"Who them new niggas?", she don't trust them guys
Watch 'em, baby girl, you could be my extra set of eyes
It's treacherous in this life
One life, we live highed up
Everybody wishin' they was us
It's easy to see, I too would wanna be the man
With the pounds and the million dollar plans
One life, we live highed up
All these niggas wishin' they was us
It's easy to see, I too would wanna be the man
With the pounds and the million dollar plans
Credits
Writer(s): Shante Scott Franklin, Daryl Anthony Harleaux, John Anthony Fitch
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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