The One (feat. Kudde$ & Novet)

My eyes dialated, my head stoned like graves is My mind's not to play with, my headstone's not made yet My team work like I do, had team work since high school We drink first and then slide through, like "We first bitch I'd move..." (Get the fuck out the way!) My eyes dialated, my head stoned like graves is My mind's not to play with, my headstone's not made yet My team work like I do, had team work since high school We drink first and then slide through, like "We first bitch I'd move..." (Yeet!) like skurt wit ya bitch ass You ain't put in work wit ya bitch ass Wishin you was Ferg wit ya bitch ass Sitting tryna learn how I did that Gettin on my nerves wit ya shit raps Look, round here shits black and gold Sounds clearly unmatchable Down here we can match a bowl I'm damn near being practical I stand here and I practice mo' I can't steer cause my lack of blow, It's withdrawal Sniff till I'm lit then swiftly lift off Get a pic wit ya chick then quickly dip off I admit I'm a dick bitch lick my tip soft I'm the shit so it gets these dipshits pissed off When I spit my linguistics switch they shit talk I'm the kid my existence gets them in chalk My intent isn't win, It's kill the rest off... its KUDDES! Who the fuck are ya'll?, (who the fuck are ya'll?) Who the fuck are ya'll? (who the fuck are ya'll?) Who the fuck are ya'll? I am the one I am the one, I am the one! Who the fuck are ya'll?, (who the fuck are ya'll?) Who the fuck are ya'll? (aye who the fuck are ya'll?) Who the fuck are ya'll? I am the one I am the one, I am the one! I feel like I'm bout to be the one The new Fireman like Ms Cita's son I keep the family close case the reaper come I can provide what you need without losing none I keep my head in the clouds without looking up The bravado of a young mobster The heart and soul of the young Sinatra I ain't in to bangin but the pen is poppin' Let them lyrics hit you ain't got time to box ya Okay what's the hold up? And why you hatin you don't know us? Its easy to hate when you ain't in that field But that's okay you ain't a soldier But me, I'm in the field cuz I gotta be They cannot control the prodigy Ya'll gon bring the best up out of me This for the fam I love em I know that they proud of me This here is me no apologies I can be brutal as honesty I ain't got time for your modesty Honestly this here is how I'm designed to be You build a roster, I build a dynasty Ain't nothing promised but death and a novelty Every step is a risk, do it consciously I'ma just stick to myself and my honesty, yeah, yeah They hatin on you when you on a mission But they can't see it, they ain't got the vision They ain't got the grind, they ain't got the hustle They ain't got the soul, and they ain't got the spirit And this here is your forewarnin Cuz I'll bomb up on all ya'll And trust me bein misunderstood don't matter boy When you the big dog (yeah, where we at wit it) Who the fuck are ya'll?, (who the fuck are ya'll?) Who the fuck are ya'll? (who the fuck are ya'll?) Who the fuck are ya'll? I am the one I am the one, I am the one! Who the fuck are ya'll?, (who the fuck are ya'll?) Who the fuck are ya'll? (aye who the fuck are ya'll?) Who the fuck are ya'll? I am the one I am the one, I am the one!