One Of One ( O.O.O.)

ayy Mama told me it'd be days like this I prayed for the rap young, no one told me music pay like this Let's turn to the same page right quick Was at the radio station like, play my shit

My slice of humble pie, I came from struggle time Food off the devil hand, feed off the bottom line Kill all the scary ****, bury the uncle toms The same storyline as y'all, I just made it rhyme

 Was feelin hopeless, I had time On my side, losin focus Was it the pride, the impression that you know it all? The pretty women you impressin got you showin off?

And God never make mistakes, I'm the same G. He wrote the code, broke the mold when he made me. Like KD, that's the stretch **** can't reach. You never miss me till I'm gone I'm better make peace. We outta here.

They don't make em like you anymore...No.

They don't make em like you anymore. Uh. No.

They don't make em like you anymore...No.

They don't make em like you anymore. No. No. No.

Uh, yeah Learning not to stress over no petty shit in life, that's how it goes Manifesting, just writing down my goals The bag got the sweetest girl I ever knew, sliding down the pole And homies doing life without parole.

I wanna settle down, but married to the rhymes I propose plus I ain't into wifing up these hoes. I'm young Uncle Miles, getting high just to balance out my lows And Auggie might wipe a **** nose. Advice from the pros.

Went low, pulled that rhyme book out. These s pull they side look out so that they man never find shit out. This gold watch is a sign that shouts. Put your money on the kids before the time runs out.

I'm him, not them, the guy, no doubt. With my balls and my word, bro, I'm fine on clout. Now I'm getting right back to my old ways.

Ain't gotta cheer for me, I turn up on the road games.

They don't make em like you anymore...No.

They don't make em like you anymore. Uh. No.

They don't make em like you anymore...No.

They don't make em like you anymore. No. No. No.