One Day ft. Mob Rule Lyrics

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One Day

I've been walking, this Earth a minute now

Can't pull out, I'm in it now

Ain't no fucking friends be found

Tell me that you feel me now

I'm beating on my chest to hear percussions in the morning

I don't turn my radio on no more that shit be too boring

Had a foreign tell me that her favorite MC's on tour and

I ate (8) 2 of those 4 rappers call me Kobe how I'm scoring

Pour a four up in my cup and smoke this weed until my eyes red

When I'm gone goin leave a fortune off the words that I said

And I bet, that Hip-Hop ain't dead, no it's alive and well

But y'all just use the wrong senses, listening with sight and smell

The mic can tell, a word can paint a thousand pictures

Might as well

Be like Clooner, loop some ad-libs on a beat and see how they feel

No fuck that

Look, imma bring the cuts back

The MC's, graffiti, scratching and breakdance back

Most y'all shouldn't touch rap

No really like who does that

But that's the shit y'all co-sign I'm saying that y'all dumb mad

I can push the envelope the odds are dope but don't, wait

Steady on they necks until they play my shit at home, games

I be in my head like Hip-Hop dead fuck it no, way

Momma told me boy keep raping you goin make it one, day

Cuz I can push the envelope the odds are dope but don't, wait

Steady on they necks until they play my shit at home, games

I be in my head like Hip-Hop dead fuck it no, way

Momma told me boy keep raping you goin make it one, day

I heard my shit on 107.5 guess I'm popping now

Driving down I-5 my poppa told me move with caution now

Cuz niggas out here scheming leaving families without fathers

If I beat this nigga ass do 25 who raise my daughter huh

I can push some weight to make this rent check stretch

The type of stress that make you blow cess, get more bench press

Reps in county jail don't mean shit when suckas make bail

I made a promise to my momma imma fucking prevail

I mail the whole ziplock and chop it up with the Don

Then told that nigga from the jump he playing games I ain't one

To play the fool I put the tool up to your medulla I shoot em

Get the info then I dip just like assassins how I do em

On the record I'm a record deal away from getting fame nigga

Really couldn't care less I just want to get paid nigga

Have generational wealth, I've felt the pain nigga

When it's said and done just put respect on my name nigga