One Stove Lyrics by Life

[Verse 1:]
One stove, one couch in the trap house
Just put the fridge in, feel like we lucky we have ceilin's (for real)
Pushin' packs in abandoned buildin's
When I saw my first hunnid
What a wonderful feelin' ! (Uh!)
I'm in traffic with the shits
Like a bum with a squigy (yes!)
My plug been callin for a week
‘Cause he ain't seen me (nah!)
He got that glitter-fish, it snap back like
The rubberbands around my wrist
I wear ‘em, like a tennis bracelet (yup)
Gotta shine, it gets sticky and niggas catch cases
Stackin' up this color money with the old faces
Let's touch bases, bosses connect with bosses
Take losses, then it's back to the basics (right?)
Shoppers come to my drug market
I call it ‘'Food Basics''
Duckin' the SWAT, I'm tired of the block
But I love chasin' !
I need paper like a printer, I'm a sinner
Wash my face in the devil's basin
Will the Lord forgive us?
But when we prayin' in the devil's basement
The Lord don't hear us
Is my wings gon' fit me?
Then f*ck it ‘ama wear em'
While I'm alive and die fly
And f*ck tryna make it to heaven
I'm tryna make me a million or die tryin' (Uh!)

[Hook:]
One stove, one couch in the trap house
One stove, one couch in the trap house
One stove, one couch in the trap house
Just put the fridge in
Feel like we lucky we have ceilin's
One stove, one couch in the trap house
One stove, one couch
All I need is one stove
(In the trap house)
When I saw my first hunnid
What a wonderful feelin' !

[Thanks to lodgefamilyrecords.press for adding these lyrics]