Number 1 - feat. Cities Aviv, Action Bronson & Oh No

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One

Drone proof presidential lock city thursday
From the bloods when they fuck with me
On sight, catch a buck fifty
No means, nigga move swiftly

That's true story if you tryna be the first motherfucker to die
Shot, piece smoke vapors as I'm closing my eyes
Lay up in between two voluptuous thighs
Of a goddess with a 'suasion I can't even describe

You're so beautiful, so spiritual, unusual
'02 caddies scrapin' over Sam Cooper
Money out the sunroof think i'm Larry Uber
With no affiliation, shout to my relations

I'm trying hard each day, to find a way
To get back to being number one
If I could make it sweeter to you
You'd have no need to run

I'm trying hard each day, to find a way
To get back to being number one
If I could make it sweeter to you
You'd have no need to run

I'm trying hard each day, to find a way
To get back to being number one
If I could make it sweeter to you
You'd have no need to run

Uh, Yeah Yeah

Step in the building like I own this shit (Uh)
I could see it in her eyes like a boner, bitch (Sure)
Know who you rollin' with (Who)
Better be careful who you show it, shit ain't just a role model with a polo knit (Yeah)

Come to the party on some solo shit
Leave with the dark bitch from Total
Calls for Frodo, Risotto
Made with the ink of the squid

The rims on the Ligier spin
80 million on the pinky ring
Got these bitches bouncing like a slinky man
Chair face in the winter, flippin' pancakes in a rental

I swear this shit is sentimental to me (Uh huh)
I swear this shit is sentimental to me

Picked up the pieces I left from all the past pain
I'm still livin' in the fast lane
In the streets where they flash flames
You know it's all about the cash, man
It's all about the cash, man

I'm trying hard each day, to find a way
To get back to being number one
If I could make it sweeter to you
You'd have no need to run

I'm trying hard each day, to find a way
To get back to being number one
If I could make it sweeter to you (I'm City)
You'd have no need to run (Oh)

They say I'm number 1, I'm the speeding bullet
Is there something wrong with that trigger? Pull it
Another run like a genner mullit
I'm on track, olympian shit, light the torch

The fire pass, smell the smoke from the front porch
I'm in my own league
Like fuckin' sporters sport their white tee
I need that cocoa like i'm Ice T

It's like I'm always on a heist, chief
Just tryna deal with that life be, I'm moving at light speed
But that bitch if she ain't likin' me, because her best friend invited me, and she wanna ride-a me
The frankie lineman to the chicky simons I get 'em higher than a drunken pilot
I'm flying inside of privates

Flying inside of privates, I'll tell ya
I rub that big booty like some pirate shit
You see the name in a frame like in white diamonds, and a bunch of clients
Run when you hear the sirens

I'm trying hard each day, to find a way
To get back to being number one
If I could make it sweeter to you
You'd have no need to run

I'm trying hard each day, to find a way
To get back to being number one
If I could make it sweeter to you
You'd have no need to run

I'm trying hard each day, to find a way
To get back to being number one
If I could make it sweeter to you
You'd have no need to run

I'm trying hard each day, to find a way
To get back to being number one
If I could make it sweeter to you
You'd have no need to run

I'm trying hard each day, to find a way
To get back to being number one
If I could make it sweeter to you
You'd have no need to run