Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Dimes
Vocals
IDK
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Kevin Celestin
Songwriter
Michael Goode
Songwriter
Dennis McNeal
Songwriter
Donald Harris
Songwriter
Jason Aaron Mills
Songwriter
Maride Williams
Songwriter
Maurice Puckett
Songwriter
Robert Dycus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eden Eliah Nagar
Recording Engineer
Calin Enache
Mixing Engineer
KAYTRANADA
Producer
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
One
One (One, one, one, one, one)
[Verse 2]
One boy run up, two boys get done up
Three women weep all for the come-up
Five cops lookin' for someone
Three new arrests, two ain't even done nun'
Shh, that's rule number one
Shh, rule number one
[Verse 3]
Never leave your front door without a gun
I ain't no killer but don't push me, I be reachin' for my funds
Shit, my money long now, I could get a **** done
'Cause most of these **** pussy and most of these **** broke
A few of 'em might dance but none of 'em toe to toe
I'm too worried 'bout the money to be fuckin' with y'all
Y'all too worried 'bout the bitches, y'all priorities off
If they catch you with the pistol, hit the bushes and toss
If they pull you over dirty, hit the gas and get lost, get lost
In the world where the war will win
Make me wanna spin a **** block like a whirlwind
I used to have a heart, now it's lost, but I'm searchin'
Dot-dot, dot-dot, I'm still searchin'
[Verse 4]
One boy run up, two boys get done up
Three women weep all for the come-up
Five cops lookin' for someone
Three new arrests, two ain't even done nun'
Shh, that's rule number one (Never leave a hoe to keep her hush)
Shh, rule number one (They kiss and tell so much, they all got thrush)
[Verse 5]
Everybody got damages, everybody got problems
Everybody gon' tell on you, never spill out your problems
Give a **** a bottle of water, they want the sea
Give a **** a honeycomb, prolly gon' take your bees
Life ain't ever been free, everybody got fees
Leave my house, I got my pistol, if it jam, I won't leave
How my life get turned to this? I'm in a white community
Guess the money all the same from the Hill to the streets
Every beat that I felt was raisin' my clientele
Every brick that he felt was raisin' his clientele
Life get closer to them Heaven gates every time you raise Hell
Let's just pray that the circle you claim don't go and tell, 'cause that's
[Verse 6]
One boy run up, two boys get done up
Three women weep all for the come-up
Five cops lookin' for someone
Three new arrests, two ain't even done nun'
Shh, that's rule number one
Written by: Jason Mills, Louis Kevin Celestin, Michael Goode