One of a Kind (feat. Mehrklang) - Less Hate

Who says a producer can't rap I tell you I would destroy them no cap I am one of a kind I'm staying sturdy on my grind Who woulda thought, life's hard But fuck it, like I did your mom Who woulda thought, my dicks hard I'm sorry but I didn't cum One of a kind, yeah that's me All day long I'm planning my future I start to think, and then I sink In the paper like I was ink When I'm writing I'm trapped between lines I escape when I finish the rhyme I am not a businessman But listen, I'm the business man I'm riding a rolls Royce phantom Under my front seat always a handgun Who needs a bodyguard, or a front yard, The only thing I need is a fucking sweetheart I'm running number one in the charts like Forest Gump I'm getting richer than the son of Donald Trump I'm getting more pussys on accident Than y 'all are getting on purpose Hold on, hold on, hold on Now's my turn to go straight on Yes I know, consistency is key But I've been to inconsistent with my g's Planning to get famous for all the haters I'm so indecisive with my beats Got my bro producing them for me Got my bro producing them for me The progress to success is feeling slow, yes But I know it's coming from its own, yes Everybody's having high and lows, huh And everybody tryna get high when they're low Fly like you're high, and never ever say goodbye till you die High when they're low, fly like youre high And never ever say goodbye till you die One Chance Only take one time Try to play then you know you get lined Seen some shit I don't want to die, remind I was lost in time I was stuck in ways How You say that the struggle is a phase, how When you living life it's a maze, nah When you living life it's a maze, huh Ain't on gang shit Yeah that's that lame shit If you don't respect me there's the Exit I did this shit like Lucii Leanin out my Rolls Royce ghost like whos he? Everyone's rapping about knives it's cool g Mask on my face got me looking all spooky Everyone's rapping about knives it's cool g Mask on my face got me looking all spooky One of a kind, yeah that's me All day long I'm planning my future I start to think, and then I sink In the paper like I was ink When I'm writing I'm trapped between lines I escape when I finish the rhyme I am not a businessman But listen, I'm the business man I'm riding a rolls Royce phantom Under my front seat always a handgun Who needs a bodyguard, or a front yard, The only thing I need is a fucking sweetheart I'm running number one in the charts like Forest Gump I'm getting richer than the son of Donald Trump I'm getting more pussys on accident Than y 'all are getting on purpose