"Only One" lyrics
Boldy James & Rome Streetz Lyrics
I know, I'm not the only one
It's Mafia with L, 227
Yeah, GXFR, Legend of Zelda
Let's get it
Came up off a half a G
Sellin' ghetto dope like I'm Master P (Uh)
Tryna trap me up with platinum master keys
3-5 of snowboards, broke it down in the gravelly
Mr. Jackson
Shit, since you know it all, why the fuck you keep askin' me?
Pass the weed, bro, know I make triumph out of tragic
Nicodemus is vital, lethal is apple
Gang, gang
After me, there would be none, before me, there was many
Packin' up them 1212 skinnies, cuttin' class with beef, stashin' cheese
Now look at us rein' up a half a key
I made too much, supplying dust, why the fuck would I rap for free?
You tell me
Hood got behind me on the shoulder, so we had to flee
Girlie dinner, pissed her panties, told me that she had to pee
Close call, too close for comfort, almost smacked a tree
Shook 'em off right by the White Castle, now we house a fridge
Stay harassin' me, I was just pickin' up a cash receipt
Remix
Just dumped a quarter block in the parking lot of the Applebees, what else y'all got?
Aye, big on the import-export, was pumpin' DM and X
Get at me, dawg, give you spendin' the check
What you need?
My bro a chef, got the fish spinnin' in the Rex
Tryna progress, turn an 8-ball to a private jet
Got too much pride, I'd rather get it than to beg for shit
I'm a natural, could use my eyeball to measure it
Uh-huh
Lifestyle of the wild on a quest to be mega rich
Before I had a fan, I had fiends lookin' for meth to hit
I did
And drop off locations in my messages
Got the juice, used to drop the quality in my beverages
What else?
All these hoes thirsty, she get dick before she get a drink
The kitchen is my lab, I bag ounces right next to the sink
I know some niggas that'll crash out, they don't even think
Slide on you like Wayne Gretzky in a hockey rink
Lord knows I been through hell just to score goals
Shit wasn't cute, rocked an orange jumpsuit, it's court clothes
I was taught if we all get caught, keep yours closed
The answer's I don't know, I need a lawyer talkin' 'bout the dough
Grinding like the Clips at 2800 or 4-0
A buck for a grizzy and it's fizzy, just come what you know, nigga
I know, I'm not the only one
I know, I'm not the only one
I know, I'm not the only one
I know, I know I've got to share you
It's Mafia with L, 227
Yeah, GXFR, Legend of Zelda
Let's get it
Came up off a half a G
Sellin' ghetto dope like I'm Master P (Uh)
Tryna trap me up with platinum master keys
3-5 of snowboards, broke it down in the gravelly
Mr. Jackson
Shit, since you know it all, why the fuck you keep askin' me?
Pass the weed, bro, know I make triumph out of tragic
Nicodemus is vital, lethal is apple
Gang, gang
After me, there would be none, before me, there was many
Packin' up them 1212 skinnies, cuttin' class with beef, stashin' cheese
Now look at us rein' up a half a key
I made too much, supplying dust, why the fuck would I rap for free?
You tell me
Hood got behind me on the shoulder, so we had to flee
Girlie dinner, pissed her panties, told me that she had to pee
Close call, too close for comfort, almost smacked a tree
Shook 'em off right by the White Castle, now we house a fridge
Stay harassin' me, I was just pickin' up a cash receipt
Remix
Just dumped a quarter block in the parking lot of the Applebees, what else y'all got?
Aye, big on the import-export, was pumpin' DM and X
Get at me, dawg, give you spendin' the check
What you need?
My bro a chef, got the fish spinnin' in the Rex
Tryna progress, turn an 8-ball to a private jet
Got too much pride, I'd rather get it than to beg for shit
I'm a natural, could use my eyeball to measure it
Uh-huh
Lifestyle of the wild on a quest to be mega rich
Before I had a fan, I had fiends lookin' for meth to hit
I did
And drop off locations in my messages
Got the juice, used to drop the quality in my beverages
What else?
All these hoes thirsty, she get dick before she get a drink
The kitchen is my lab, I bag ounces right next to the sink
I know some niggas that'll crash out, they don't even think
Slide on you like Wayne Gretzky in a hockey rink
Lord knows I been through hell just to score goals
Shit wasn't cute, rocked an orange jumpsuit, it's court clothes
I was taught if we all get caught, keep yours closed
The answer's I don't know, I need a lawyer talkin' 'bout the dough
Grinding like the Clips at 2800 or 4-0
A buck for a grizzy and it's fizzy, just come what you know, nigga
I know, I'm not the only one
I know, I'm not the only one
I know, I'm not the only one
I know, I know I've got to share you
