I AM NO1 Lyrics

This one's for the kids

They try to treat me kinda like I'm they son, I'm they daughter

Let's get this shit in order, you dumb boy I'm the one, of what?

Get it done, don't even need no backing

You niggas whack, lack on every track

Some of y'all only spit crack

What kind of lyrics is that

I'm only speaking the facts

Give a fuck if you mad

No, I won't sign with your ass

Hope what you did to the last

Again and again, this is sad

Y'all rappers going out bad

Slavery all on the gram

Gone in an instant again

I tried to tell you my friend

They gon' zoe you, my man

Better make your own plans

Instead of asking for handouts

Damn, ouch, that's you right now in front of your man's house

I done slept on the damn couch

I done slept on the cold floor

They gon' bring that up years from now

Talking 'bout it was not yours

Same niggas that was riding with me

Talking 'bout let's go on tour

Took me 20 years to say fuck niggas

They gon' turn against you when they want more

Same ones that never miss no calls I'm playing 21 this fall

If y'all worried about how I ball

Y'all not seeing me at all

Dumb niggas really said take a loss

I was really sick when you niggas coughed

Five steps ahead on y'all ankle boy

God bless and thank you

For the sauce, but I'ma spank you

Can't compare this to different rank dude

This betrayal got me in the sane mode

I ain't gotta watch how y'all niggas move

Bet the world see how Yi$hay move

I ain't gotta count on nothing y'all do

I'ma get it done on my own cool

No, this song ain't the fucking blues

It's not premonition that you niggas lose

If you up against me, then you better move

Make a way, nigga, or make the news

Some are raised with some different clues

Know better options but forget to choose

When I fight, I forget my shoes

Lose my head like that ain't you

Switch whips like I switch flows

Y'all still hatin', that's good to know

Got a few niggas, that's trained to go

They be with me, wouldn't even notice tho

When it come to movin', baby, I'm a Pro

I can get you real high, for tha low

Came a long way from that corner store

I was pushin' packs in my prison clothes

Tryna change God, let the world know

Planting seeds saying fuck hoes

Don't leave me abrupt, tho

Know sometimes I do the most

I got people that turn to ghosts

I got people I ain't tryna lose

Tryna make sure I can count on you

Know sometimes I don't know what to do

If I ain't got it, then I'll say it, dude

Better clueless, than to act a fool

I'm Jamaican, I be actin' rude

This world crazy, can't read the news

In the paper, it looks like we're screwed

So a paper, ain't much to do

With a little fronto just to set the mood

As an artist, it be hard to stay in tune

That's why I pray to God that he see me through

Pray for me, I pray for you

Pray for peace, don't prey on dude

People dyin', still need some food

Equals more people that are feelin' through

Killin' more people, add some scarcity

And some varsitys, that's a lose-lose

Hard to hope with depressing views