I’m On One

Lyrics

[Intro] Let it run Let it run all the way through Jamie [Verse] All I care about is money and this town that I'm from And the woman of my dreams and my one and only son And the friends that were with me when we bought our first gun And we shared it for a year, but the body count was none 'Cause we was no killas, just some small-town dealers Hoping that somebody feel us (hoping that somebody feel us) Until the shit got realer, somebody brought it back out Caught beef, got scared and blew somebody's back out I ain't your ordinary YouTube rap dude that've had to You would be rap fooled, it ain't just soccer moms in minivans We been affected by the recession as much as any man That's why I'm smart in what I do have It'll take a bullet for me to part in what I do have Move back, the truth's back You can stop asking where the fucking truth's at Long way from familiarity but never too busy for a moment of clarity Consider this donating to charity For every hater that said, "Rap for me" Well, here you go, I'm rapping for a living now The more I go up, the more you'll never live it down This for that bitch, I ain't with her now But, fuck you, bitch, you see I'm living now Boat rides and palm trees and I'ma need some more green for my palms, please I'm sending money back home And sending texts from a bat phone Amazing's all I ever stride to be (yeah) And someone told me that nobody ever rides for free The paranoia's got something on the side of me I'm just being real, not something that I try to be But, fuck you, if you wish me bad Eat a dick and some ass and some Scooby snacks Wait 'til school is back, I let the horns loose, the rule is back This is for my town and it's trials and tribulations This is for my brother, that's some trial with litigations The call is at a time, but it's time that he's facing The judge don't approve of the white girl, racist Man, I'm so back to basics, rapping what I feel And let you motherfuckers taste it (taste it) It don't matter what your taste is, you don't like it Then, you tasteless, somebody get a taste test You 'bout as real as some fake breasts You 'bout as raw as some safe sex, ain't no telling what I say next Fuck your favorite rapper, bitch 'Cause I'm the rapper that he wants to be rapping with Asking for an email to send tracks and shit But I don't give a fuck, I practice abstinence I'm so on when I'm on one Hot as a building when it's a long run The moment of truth is where I start from Say goodnight to the kids, the song's done [Instrumental Outro]