TayDaRealist - One of One Lyrics

I am one of one
The holy son
Praise me when I walk
Crazy when I talk
Shady in my thoughts
I be thinking of a clever plan
Show these little niggas that I'm better than
Any other person that is holding pens
If you wanna battle me you can pack it in
'Cause I will win
I'm the only nigga that you better not confuse
I'll leave hoping that a trigger finger got to pull
I got the potion that a kill ya' sitting in ya' drool
I get to posting like I never even heard of you
You be boasting 'bout some shit and now you gotta shoot
On god, got me thinking would I really do
Got my ass beat, now a nigga feelin' loose
Load the clip, grab the mag, what I want to do
Pop me a nigga in the head right now
This Glock piece sitting in my hand right now
Thot bitch ducking with my mans right now
Do you know what I'm really saying right now
All the shit I'm hearing 'bout these shooters got the city dead
If you is not 'bout it don't be stupid get yo' f*ckin' bread
Told you when I'm finish imma keep my f*ckin' family fed
If I die tomorrow there is some shit that I
Pop me a nigga in the head right now
This Glock piece sitting in my hand right now
Thot bitch ducking with my mans right now
Do you know what I'm really saying right now
The mission that is planted in my soul
Spreading the knowledge like it was rumors on the phone
No commission when I'm putting all my niggas on
I do this for the love and the faith on my own
Bodies on bodies
These niggas turning to homi's"
I tell my brodie's to stop it because the parties are not it
They be holding a tommy
I tell em' get it from by me
'Cause if you toting it loudly
I bet a nigga gon' try me
Another mother burying a son
We never get better
You keep f*cking up the fun
I see my other little brothers carrying a gun
Thundery weather but it's always gon' be sun
All you gotta do is put these haters in stun
If we gotta shoot, then this shit is undone
Hop in the booth then I go on the run
Show em' what to do nigga, I'm one of one
Pop me a nigga in the head right now
This Glock piece sitting in my hand right now
Thot bitch ducking with my mans right now
Do you know what I'm really saying right now
All the shit I'm hearing 'bout these shooters got the city dead
If you is not 'bout it don't be stupid get yo' f*ckin' bread
Told you when I'm finish imma keep my f*ckin' family fed
If I die tomorrow there is some shit that I
I'm all about growth, I never get lost
I talk to my brodie's 'bout being a boss
We getting that money, the motto like Ross
Hustle hustle hard, so we take off
Stay true to yourself, don't question success
Just get in yo' bag then do it to death
I know seem far but yo' future is near
It's right in yo' face it won't disappear