"1 OF 1" lyrics
Used to shop at PacSun, now I'm under LA sun
They love to bring me up, we was just irrelevant
Don't wanna be in the same room as the elephants
This talent heaven-sent
I think ten-speed might be the best pace for me
This ain't no place to be, this ain't no place for me
Outta sight, outta mind, out of space for me
Two-seater, bloody seats, ain't no space for three
Now I'm in the middle of the projects with a pocket full of bands
Might've heard my story but they still don't understand
I'm still the man that these goofies can't stand
Ten toes I stand, tell me who can stand a chance
I'm tryna show 'em I'm the one, one of one, no one-on-ones
You one and done, you could still die with your gun
Tryna overload my funds, had to cut out all the fun
Pop my shit, I get it done, I'm talking 'bout shit I really done
Okay, pull up in, what's that? who that? I'm really that
I just put the hood on my back and on the map
I got track for track for track for track and get 'em taxed
I don't come with feelings attached, I'm going black
I'm so tired and sick, I put my back on this brick
My outfit cost a brick, I look like a lick
I'm fly like a bird, I don't say a word
I know that's probably what you heard
Them niggas ain't have no words for me, they left me on the curb
I might end up doing niggas dirty in return
My respect, you gotta earn
I been lettin' bridges burn
I waited impatiently
I'm chasing faithfully, ain't shit you gon' take from me
Now I'm in the middle of the projects with a pocket full of bands
Might've heard my story but they still don't understand
I'm still the man that these goofies can't stand
Ten toes I stand, tell me who can stand a chance
You know it ain't no ho in my genes
These hoes just go in my jeans
New belt can't hold up my jeans
You can see the roll in my jeans, bust out the seams
They don't wanna believe but it is what it seems
I ain't run it up enough, I won't be no runner-up
I won't clutch if I don't bust, what the fuck they want with us?
If it's up then leave it stuck, zero fucks I'm giving up
This shit ain't nothin' to us, you ain't one of us
Now I'm in the middle of the projects with a pocket full of bands
Might've heard my story but they still don't understand
I'm still the man that these goofies can't stand
Ten toes I stand, tell me who can stand a chance
No, you can't stand a chance
Now I'm in the middle of the projects with a pocket full of bands
They love to bring me up, we was just irrelevant
Don't wanna be in the same room as the elephants
This talent heaven-sent
I think ten-speed might be the best pace for me
This ain't no place to be, this ain't no place for me
Outta sight, outta mind, out of space for me
Two-seater, bloody seats, ain't no space for three
Now I'm in the middle of the projects with a pocket full of bands
Might've heard my story but they still don't understand
I'm still the man that these goofies can't stand
Ten toes I stand, tell me who can stand a chance
I'm tryna show 'em I'm the one, one of one, no one-on-ones
You one and done, you could still die with your gun
Tryna overload my funds, had to cut out all the fun
Pop my shit, I get it done, I'm talking 'bout shit I really done
Okay, pull up in, what's that? who that? I'm really that
I just put the hood on my back and on the map
I got track for track for track for track and get 'em taxed
I don't come with feelings attached, I'm going black
I'm so tired and sick, I put my back on this brick
My outfit cost a brick, I look like a lick
I'm fly like a bird, I don't say a word
I know that's probably what you heard
Them niggas ain't have no words for me, they left me on the curb
I might end up doing niggas dirty in return
My respect, you gotta earn
I been lettin' bridges burn
I waited impatiently
I'm chasing faithfully, ain't shit you gon' take from me
Now I'm in the middle of the projects with a pocket full of bands
Might've heard my story but they still don't understand
I'm still the man that these goofies can't stand
Ten toes I stand, tell me who can stand a chance
You know it ain't no ho in my genes
These hoes just go in my jeans
New belt can't hold up my jeans
You can see the roll in my jeans, bust out the seams
They don't wanna believe but it is what it seems
I ain't run it up enough, I won't be no runner-up
I won't clutch if I don't bust, what the fuck they want with us?
If it's up then leave it stuck, zero fucks I'm giving up
This shit ain't nothin' to us, you ain't one of us
Now I'm in the middle of the projects with a pocket full of bands
Might've heard my story but they still don't understand
I'm still the man that these goofies can't stand
Ten toes I stand, tell me who can stand a chance
No, you can't stand a chance
Now I'm in the middle of the projects with a pocket full of bands
Writer(s): Evenson Clauseille, Vitkeer Lassiter-brown
