"The One" lyrics

I made a big cake outta crumbs
(Free Sino, Free Trillz, Free Street)
I made a big cake outta crumbs
(Free Glo)

I made a big cake outta crumbs
I made a big cake
Before my grandma left
She told me I'm the one
He can't get right
Then he get left where I'm from
Product of my trenches
I came so far from the slums
Bitch I came so far from the trenches
I came so far from the jects
Now it's foreign cars and private jets
Hold her hand
I hold my fist up
And I bet I get her wet
Before I play
I load my clip up
Don't send shots on the nets
We tryna send shots thru his neck
Gang gotta 100 shots trailing me
In the hellcat while im in the Vet
I drop a tip
Then get em whacked
Nigga bet not slip
We on his hat
I got my trip when I go on trips
Up off the hip, I leave em flat
Hop out the whip

My gun go blatt blatt blatt blatt blatt

Let me go
I jump out the car
They all wanna pic
I done did or seen some shit
So I be clutching on my blick
Even when I take a pic
We don't love no hoes
We break em
We came so far from the vacant
He act so hard but he shaking
He play so cut but he cookie
Nigga pussy
We turn semis into fullys
Spank his ass
Switch on the glock
When I catch I give em a whoopin
She love StunnaMan
I told the bitch I'm Him
Proof in the pudding
Call the shots and I send em
He don't think with his mind
I get it took

I made a big cake outta crumbs
Before my grandma left
She told me I'm the one
He can't get right
Then he get left where I'm from
Product of my trenches
I came so far from the slums
Bitch I came so far from the trenches
I came so far from the jects
Now it's foreign cars and private jets
Hold her hand
I hold my fist up
And I bet I get her wet
Before I play
I load my clip up
Iont send shots on the nets
We tryna send shots thru his neck

Nigga catch one to the neck
Ima send this bitch up
Soon as shit go down
That's on my set
She an eater
So I made the bitch go down
Soon as we met
I Told Johnny bust me down
50 thousand around my neck
I told my brother put him down
And when you done
Come get yo check
If I don't do nothing
Ima get that check first
Bitch it's YRB or nothing
Yeah I'm head first
Thot, You can keep on your clothes
Bitch I want head first
We be sparking shit like January 1st
You know we light shit up like fireworks
My lil nigga tweaking
He just tryna show me how his fire work
Nigga better not do no reaching
If he do, I bet irons will burst
We ride SRTs
And make Opp ride in hearse

I made a big cake outta crumbs
Before my grandma left
She told me I'm the one
He can't get right
Then he get left where I'm from
Product of my trenches
I came so far from the slums
Bitch I'm just a product of that 1 Way
I came so far from the jects
Now it's foreign cars and private jets
Hold her hand
I hold my fist up
And I bet I get her wet
Before I play
I load my clip up
Iont send shots on the nets
We tryna send shots thru his neck