the one Lyrics

Mhm, Mhm

Okay O

I need the gas at every single pit-stop I'm a Nascar

Mad at me cus you ain't got no hustle that's yo dad fault

I got up, started speaking less, I let bag talk

Niggas tryna copy custom made, that's the sad part

I might drop a fit on Instagram make a fad start

I did 50k without promotion what's a bad start

Staying to myself I ain't caught up in tryna call shots

He was tryna trap but he was dumb and got his dog locked

I ain't seeing opps, I been really far from last place

Margiela my feet so I see numbers on a bad day

Money come to me so I'm not trippin' bout my last play

Carrying my class weight

I ain't even graduate

Let her keep the change, not gone lie, that be play money

I cant stay the night, I heard this where the rats lay

Niggas lookin funny that's that shit that make me hate public

I ain't politickin I'm just telling you what stats say

Niggas be so lame I think I need to do a case study

You and brodie sparking twenty dollars yal the shake buddies

Really wasn't tryna break her heart she got my fake number

Being me got me to where I'm at so ion fake nothin

Fight or flight be kicking in the second I hear jakes coming

I know I be looking like a lick but who gone take sumn'

I get excited when I figure out I got some pape coming

Get the bag skate off and I flip it like it's shake junt

Uh, Okay mhm

On the road to rich can't forget bout where I came from

Nigga called me brother cus we might've hit the same one

What?

Ion even know his name

All I know is buy and sell I ain't stayin' in a slump

Pockets green like YSL but I ain't rocking Saint Laurent

How he moving I can tell that nigga faking from the jump

She gone swear that she a blessing that's a lesson I ain't want

No I don't believe in magic but I'm having like wallah

Mhm, Mhm

I got superstar habits ion come in through the front nigga

Mhm, mhm

I den fell out wit some niggas cus they hate that I'm the one

Okay okay

Well, at least the know that I'm the one

Mhm, mhm