One Day lyrics

I told my n*ggas one day we gon’ be cool
That b*tch keep saying she love me she must think ima fool
If he ain’t in the sh*t he innocent I played by the rules
We tote them tools, I saw my little brother Jah on the news
I took a lost and shook it off and got it back every time
I ain’t have me 2 nickels now I f*ck every dime
She gon f*ck me on demand now cause I’m in my prime
I’m patient praying for better relations with my mom
They got baby in a red jumpsuit cause he thurl
Don’t think I’m slippin cause I’m at this party n*gga I’m poled
They in my dms talking bout I shot a n*gga they bold
If it was me I would’ve had ya ass laid in a hole
f*ck a rapper I'ma shooter and I wear it with pride
If my dog was in the middle of a war I'ma slide
I swear to god when I heard Jah die, I cried
The plan was keep you out the way and little n*gga I tried
It’s like I’m losing all my homies cause these n*ggas be phony
So the only way I know is get this sh*t on my lonely
I was poppin all them Percocets I was getting boney
I fell victim to the system now the government on me
I took the coppers on the chase why he give me all that space
Before they kill me I’d rather be safe with another case
Von told me get up on a n*gga knock off his face
Way before I started eating n*gga I said my grace
O making rap money he ain’t even a rapper
My killa knocking off pounds and he ain’t even a trapper
I got clips like a actor
I be sliding and capping
Just know them n*ggas talking on the internet not a factor
Wash my body down in blood then I sleep in the mud
I put my youngins on a lick and let em’ eat off the bud
I call little Jah, Noah he be making it flood
I told my Ummi these people ain’t worth holding a grudge
These n*ggas getting higher then the fiends they be serving
These n*ggas catfish they ain’t that gangsta in person
Baby look nice but he the most gangsterest person
Real recognize real you n*ggas strangers in person
I took that work down to the hood and let em flip
I make that call and Benzo gon bring me a script
Yeah I robbed ya mans but we ain’t gon trip
Yeah I shot ya mans cause that n*gga a b*tch
They told me patience is a virtue
Never running in circles
Got over hurdles
Still trapping whatchu need, I’ll serve you
You ain’t talking money nine outta ten I'ma curve you
We put them shells on the strip like we was selling turtles
And two of my n*ggas Philly most wanted for killing
I was dealing while n*ggas was at the gallery stealing
And I take care of my n*ggas in them prisons they chillin
I started from the floor then I ran it up to the ceiling