One day I'm gonna take it straight to god.
In attempts to make a trade for the key.
And every grave I ever made for the beat.
Ashes to ashes to water, I speak life.
Cool nxxxa by the stove stirring hot shit.
In a room full of dimes, five in my pocket.
On that spitting 20 rounds out a glock 9 shit.
I be spitting flows to take hold of your conscience.
The feelings you be feeling be making me think so critical.
Wish you could see the vision, but visions are for the gifted.
So if you don't see the vision, then could you complete the mission?
You kidding, just keep on wishing, then maybe you hit that genie flow.
Baghdad singing hoes, all wanna sing along.
Touring Turkmenistan, chilling in a rented van.
Maybe rolling twenty grams of that twenty twenty twen.
Magnificent isn't it.
Shid, take a whiff.
Nickel plated Nina's leave a nervous nxxxa squeemish.
My Italy mamacitas who be hollering mama mia-
-Tell em' veni vidi vici, make her swallow that ceviche.
Yeah, do that while the beat play.
I be moving verbals like a worker in a cubicle.
I'm groovy to the cuticle, I recommend you view the proof.
Sucka nxxxxs hating, see me be like I ain't cool as you.
Ha, yeah, I'm glad you know that.
One day I'm gonna take it straight to god.
In attempts to make a trade for the key.
And every grave I ever made for the beat.
Ashes to ashes to water, I speak life.
One day
You might know bout gun play,
And people that you went to school with up one the front page page.
Bad publicity.
You cherishing the misery?
Treat you like you j cole.
Leave you right up where the ceilings be...
Now look up, cuz we don't got those.
I'm running to the money like a Chevy with a snot nose.
Now look up...
Cuz I drop flows.
Ice coldness, like you sitting in a ice bath.
Bro I'm so cold, get ya hoes cuz I might bag.
Don't I got them groceries, gotta get my nutrition in.
Winning with these synonyms, triple double entondra.
This like 96 we was whipping up in that Mazda.
About a year later, you can my favorite rapper died.
Now they call me Christopher like I can reincarnate.
But swear these syllables white enough to say scarface.
& I swear these syllables loud enough for the jar mane.
& I swear these syllables f*cking up every syllabus.
Wrap it up and I seal it.-
- I send straight for you vision.
No kidding, I'm on a mission.
This general relativity, really I can't relate to.
I meditate, and stay true.
Frio - One Day! Lyrics
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One day I'm gonna take it straight to god.
In attempts to make a trade for the key.
And every grave I ever made for the beat.
Ashes to ashes to water, I speak life.
Cool nxxxa by the stove stirring hot shit.
In a room full of dimes, five in my pocket.
On that spitting 20 rounds out a glock 9 shit.
I be spitting flows to take hold of your conscience.
The feelings you be feeling be making me think so critical.
Wish you could see the vision, but visions are for the gifted.
So if you don't see the vision, then could you complete the mission?
You kidding, just keep on wishing, then maybe you hit that genie flow.
Baghdad singing hoes, all wanna sing along.
Touring Turkmenistan, chilling in a rented van.
Maybe rolling twenty grams of that twenty twenty twen.
Magnificent isn't it.
Shid, take a whiff.
Nickel plated Nina's leave a nervous nxxxa squeemish.
My Italy mamacitas who be hollering mama mia-
-Tell em' veni vidi vici, make her swallow that ceviche.
Yeah, do that while the beat play.
I be moving verbals like a worker in a cubicle.
I'm groovy to the cuticle, I recommend you view the proof.
Sucka nxxxxs hating, see me be like I ain't cool as you.
Ha, yeah, I'm glad you know that.
One day I'm gonna take it straight to god.
In attempts to make a trade for the key.
And every grave I ever made for the beat.
Ashes to ashes to water, I speak life.
One day
You might know bout gun play,
And people that you went to school with up one the front page page.
Bad publicity.
You cherishing the misery?
Treat you like you j cole.
Leave you right up where the ceilings be...
Now look up, cuz we don't got those.
I'm running to the money like a Chevy with a snot nose.
Now look up...
Cuz I drop flows.
Ice coldness, like you sitting in a ice bath.
Bro I'm so cold, get ya hoes cuz I might bag.
Don't I got them groceries, gotta get my nutrition in.
Winning with these synonyms, triple double entondra.
This like 96 we was whipping up in that Mazda.
About a year later, you can my favorite rapper died.
Now they call me Christopher like I can reincarnate.
But swear these syllables white enough to say scarface.
& I swear these syllables loud enough for the jar mane.
& I swear these syllables f*cking up every syllabus.
Wrap it up and I seal it.-
- I send straight for you vision.
No kidding, I'm on a mission.
This general relativity, really I can't relate to.
I meditate, and stay true.
In attempts to make a trade for the key.
And every grave I ever made for the beat.
Ashes to ashes to water, I speak life.
Cool nxxxa by the stove stirring hot shit.
In a room full of dimes, five in my pocket.
On that spitting 20 rounds out a glock 9 shit.
I be spitting flows to take hold of your conscience.
The feelings you be feeling be making me think so critical.
Wish you could see the vision, but visions are for the gifted.
So if you don't see the vision, then could you complete the mission?
You kidding, just keep on wishing, then maybe you hit that genie flow.
Baghdad singing hoes, all wanna sing along.
Touring Turkmenistan, chilling in a rented van.
Maybe rolling twenty grams of that twenty twenty twen.
Magnificent isn't it.
Shid, take a whiff.
Nickel plated Nina's leave a nervous nxxxa squeemish.
My Italy mamacitas who be hollering mama mia-
-Tell em' veni vidi vici, make her swallow that ceviche.
Yeah, do that while the beat play.
I be moving verbals like a worker in a cubicle.
I'm groovy to the cuticle, I recommend you view the proof.
Sucka nxxxxs hating, see me be like I ain't cool as you.
Ha, yeah, I'm glad you know that.
One day I'm gonna take it straight to god.
In attempts to make a trade for the key.
And every grave I ever made for the beat.
Ashes to ashes to water, I speak life.
One day
You might know bout gun play,
And people that you went to school with up one the front page page.
Bad publicity.
You cherishing the misery?
Treat you like you j cole.
Leave you right up where the ceilings be...
Now look up, cuz we don't got those.
I'm running to the money like a Chevy with a snot nose.
Now look up...
Cuz I drop flows.
Ice coldness, like you sitting in a ice bath.
Bro I'm so cold, get ya hoes cuz I might bag.
Don't I got them groceries, gotta get my nutrition in.
Winning with these synonyms, triple double entondra.
This like 96 we was whipping up in that Mazda.
About a year later, you can my favorite rapper died.
Now they call me Christopher like I can reincarnate.
But swear these syllables white enough to say scarface.
& I swear these syllables loud enough for the jar mane.
& I swear these syllables f*cking up every syllabus.
Wrap it up and I seal it.-
- I send straight for you vision.
No kidding, I'm on a mission.
This general relativity, really I can't relate to.
I meditate, and stay true.