The One Lyrics – Lee Drilly
Singer: Lee Drilly
Title: The One
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Listen, look
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
94gz no gz like these you heard
Jack b’s, we jack bigger b’s
Drop my sh#t, we gon’ let it squeeze
When i get on that timing, they be like “you the one”
But if i don’t do it, who gon’ get it done?
My brothers in jail, they can’t see their sons
{?} charges, n#gg#s on the run
Watched my older heads do it, tried to be like them
But as i got older, see could sh#t was dumb
Never had a job, all i know is drugs
n#gg#s want my life, so i keep a gun
When i get on that timing, they be like “you the one”
But if i don’t do it, who gon’ get it done?
My brothers in jail, they can’t see their sons
{?} charges, n#gg#s on the run
Watched my older heads do it, tried to be like them
But as i got older, see could sh#t was dumb
Never had a job, all i know is drugs
n#gg#s want my life, so i keep a gun
Drilly gang, we the don’s who bigger
Don’t got no bread, can’t beef with broke n#gg#s
Feel like jail sh#t gettin’ different
Don’t got no bail money, start snitching
They like real rap, and who realer
Instead don’t give a f#ck, who gon’ feel it
I ain’t a rapper, n#gg#, i’m a killer
{?} rapper with my drillers
And the life that i live, it ain’t easy, please believe me
We was broke, and had no one to feed me, sh#t was greasy
Make the news, only time we on tv, that means free me
Lil momma give head like a teach me, told her “eat me”
We could f#ck but just keep it lowkeyzly, let’s get neeky
Remember 2014, we was deeper then
Cross {?} i done lost all my friends, couple of ’em told, couple of ’em dead
Still hunt ’em in rose, others in the feds
Really rapping what i live, this ain’t no pretend
Really{?} that’s in my pen, reminiscing bout all the shots that i done sent
Thinking about my brothers, then i start to bend
I be wildin’ for whites, that sh#t came from the heart
Still styling for styles, left the gang snd them scarred
Seen dummy in a casket, start breaking apart
And it’s r.i.p. rah, sh#t breaking my heart
I be trying but death keep making it hard
Put my heart in this sh#t, ain’t no faking my bars
So if you talk on the gang, you ain’t making it far
.45 take you out like a date but with god
And they all know my body, make opps disappear
If he mention the gang, then we dropping ’em there
If it’s up then it’s up, i’ma flock anywhere
If i run into {?} ima pop in the air
Don’t talk about, shh, but it’s cops in the air
If we get money, can’t rock what we wear
If we get money, there some rocks over there
I’ma make it to the top, like mama i swear
When i get on that timing, they be like “you the one”
But if i don’t do it, who gon’ get it done?
My brothers in jail, they can’t see their sons
{?} charges, n#gg#s on the run
Watched my older heads do it, tried to be like them
But as i got older, see could sh#t was dumb
Never had a job, all i know is drugs
n#gg#s want my life, so i keep a gun
When i get on that timing, they be like “you the one”
But if i don’t do it, who gon’ get it done?
My brothers in jail, they can’t see their sons
{?} charges, n#gg#s on the run
Watched my older heads do it, tried to be like them
But as i got older, see could sh#t was dumb
Never had a job, all i know is drugs
n#gg#s want my life, so i keep a gun
Im uppin’ my ,9, you heard?
94gz no gz like these you heard
You jack b’s, we jack bigger b’s
Drop my sh#t, we gon’ let it squeeze
n#gg#s want my life, so i keep a –
n#gg#s want my life, so i keep a –
n#gg#s want my life, so i keep a gun
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