Only One
by Boldy James & Rome Streetz
From the album: Manhunt
Duration: 02:22
Lyrics for Only One
I know, I'm not the only one It's Mafia with L, 227 Yeah, GXFR, Legend of Zelda (I'm not the only one) Let's get it Came up off a half a G (uh-huh) Sellin' ghetto dope like I'm Master P (uh) Tryna trap me up with platinum master keys 3-5 of snowboards, broke it down in the gravelly (Mr. Jackson) Shit, since you know it all, why the fuck you keep askin' me? (Uh-huh) Pass the weed, bro, know I make triumph out of tragic (real shit) Nicodemus is vital, lethal is apple (gang, gang) After me, there would be none, before me, there was many (concreature) Packin' up them 1212 skinnies, cuttin' class with beef, stashin' cheese Now look at us rein' up a half a key (blocks) I made too much supplying dust, why the fuck would I rap for free? (You tell me) Hood got behind me on the shoulder, so we had to flee (skrrt) Girlie dinner, pissed her panties, told me that she had to pee Close call, too close for comfort, almost smacked a tree Shook 'em off right by the White Castle, now we house a fridge Stay harassin' me, I was just pickin' up a cash receipt (remix) Just dumped a quarter block in the parking lot of the Applebee's Ay, big on the import-export (uh-huh) (what else y'all got?) Was pumpin' DM and X get at me, dawg, give you spendin' the check (what you need?) My bro a chef, got the fish spinnin' in the Rex Tryna progress, turn an eight-ball to a private jet Got too much pride, I'd rather get it than to beg for shit I'm a natural, could use my eyeball to measure it (uh-huh) Lifestyle of the wild on a quest to be mega rich Before I had a fan, I had fiends lookin' for meth to hit (I did) And drop off locations in my messages Got the juice, used to drop the quality in my beverages (what else?) All these hos thirsty, she get dick before she get a drink The kitchen is my lab, one bag ounces right next to the sink (uh-huh) I know some niggas that'll crash out, they don't even think Slide on you like Wayne Gretzky in a hockey rink (baow, baow) Lord knows been through hell just to score goals Shit wasn't cute, rocked an orange jumpsuit, it's court clothes I was taught if we all get caught, keep yours closed The answer's I don't know, I need a lawyer talkin' 'bout the dough (uh-huh) Grinding like the Clips at 2800 or 4-0 A buck for a grizzy and it's fizzy, just come what you know, nigga I know, I'm not the only one I know, I'm not the only one I know, I'm not the only one I know, I know I've got to share you