One of Them Ones ft. Paco Panama Lyrics

Yeah

What up Paco

What up bro

It's Nast, let's go

I'm politicking with plugs and movers

I had to adjust and maneuver

They look at me now and they think it was handed

But really I come from the sewer

I don't be waiting and watching I get up and do it

And trust me I know what I'm doing

Spanking the block like I'm Patrick Ewing

When it come to me speaking this trap talk, nigga I'm fluent

Nigga I'm one of them ones

One of them ones that ain't gotta be something I'm not

It's about who you are it ain't bout what you got

When you stand on business it come with a lot

Gotta remain solid and fight for yo spot

When you get yo chance, boy you better not flop

When you take yo shot better not get blocked

I been cherishing time, I been watching the clock nigga

Yeah

All eyez on me

Everybody got eyez

But everybody can't see

Everybody got goals

But everybody can't reach 'em

You couldn't walk inside my shoes

You would fold inside them creases

I'm really him, I can't be around leeches

Niggas be broke on the Gram giving speeches

Talking bout shit that they did in the game

But whole time them niggas sat in the bleachers

If we talking money then it's nice to meet ya

I don't be around rappers you niggas be divas

If I'm not in the stu then I'm probably on flights on the way to get bags cause that shit a lil cheaper

Uh, yeah

Nigga I'm one of them ones

One of them ones that ain't gotta be flashing my guns

I'ont just be yapping my gums

If I said it then nigga I mean it

Put it inside of my raps then I probably seen it

I come from working the shit out my scale

But I'm trynna see a lil paper off streaming

I come from the bottom, yeah

From up the hill, the city of Gotham

Auntie walking up Diddy boppin'

Drop boys got the city poppin'

More money, I'm having Biggie problems

This the shit that got Biggie killed

I got guns for that, ain't no big deal

Better what ya body cause shit real

Could say the streets is watching now

They think I'm on that block but I'm outta town

I'm ten steps ahead

You scrape that pot and get them extras

It get you extra bread

You get your lessons here

Yeah this the game, this shit get dirty

It ain't no ref in here (Real game)

That coke extra clear

Nigga the chef is here

I bring that caine back

How you spend before you make it?

Nigga where yo brain at?

I'm a drop boy till I die and I can't change that

On that side street

In the cut with a nine piece

Got the block on lock I'm like the warden

I'm top five, niggas steady scorin'

You got no rings, you Eric Gordon

Why ya hand out?

You don't get a portion

I got rich off my misfortunes

If he don't wanna hustle than you can't force him

All eyez on me

Everybody got eyez

But everybody can't see

Everybody got goals

But everybody can't reach 'em

You couldn't walk inside my shoes

You would fold inside them creases

Yeah, I'm really one of them ones

I'm on a hell of a run

Nigga I still ain't done

Had to stay low all through in the night time so I can shine in the sun

Way before we had money and niggas was bummy

They gave us crumbs

The one

Ya dig