The One

Niggas know how I'm hardly speakin fasicious But my demeanor is meaner when I ain't feasting Yo Look yourself in the mirror to see them demons I'm that nigga that'll cure up all uh ya lesions Then call the youngins to clean up While prolly eating some zitis That pasta shit smoking loud on some Rasta shit Lil leg I'm tryn pop her shit Double strapped that is not my bitch 5 down dis time around I am not gon slip Or the shit drit yea it's dry as hell Said She love the scent when I spray that Ysl Knowing I can't make a cent w a vision from a sell That's why I had to switch from just pitchin out the shells Hard life niggas hopin that they moms right Hallways for the off White For virgil did it New rental Stolen purses in it New stick we bout to murk dis Mexican overwork these niggas Creatin shirts w pictures I know you all remember you're worse decision If you crossed me prolly it's one Hopes ya moms got another son Or you left some next of kin for her ass to fret upon When your ass dead and gone This shit light like the bill is New heights for the heel flip New price when I will spit New sites on them millions