DJ Paimon - The One (feat. Kudde$ & Novet) Lyrics

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 f*ck 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 f*ck are ya'll?, (who the f*ck are ya'll?)
Who the f*ck are ya'll? (who the f*ck are ya'll?)
Who the f*ck are ya'll? I am the one
I am the one, I am the one!
Who the f*ck are ya'll?, (who the f*ck are ya'll?)
Who the f*ck are ya'll? (aye who the f*ck are ya'll?)
Who the f*ck 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 f*ck are ya'll?, (who the f*ck are ya'll?)
Who the f*ck are ya'll? (who the f*ck are ya'll?)
Who the f*ck are ya'll? I am the one
I am the one, I am the one!
Who the f*ck are ya'll?, (who the f*ck are ya'll?)
Who the f*ck are ya'll? (aye who the f*ck are ya'll?)
Who the f*ck are ya'll? I am the one
I am the one, I am the one!