One of a kind (feat. TR) - song lyrics
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