I’m On One Freestyle lyrics

[Emilio Rojas]
I walk up in your b*tch crib and f*ck everybody
She the only one there and you the only one who cared
b*tches got no remorse, unzip me ‘fore I close the door
‘Cause now manipulation’s all these skeezes use emotion for
The only one I trust is lust and I’m never satisfied
‘Cause nowadays, love is not enough, I’m done
I f*ck her till she went to film that TV show
Ironic, she’s on Oxygen, I wish she wasn’t breathin' though
I thought I loved her but f*ck it, that smut decieved me though
I got flicks and a video I’ll sell before you see me broke
You know I’m vicious, I’m vindictive and I’m spiteful
I'mma watch you die then dance up on your grave like a recital
Better I do than you do, we be in the bayou with some voodoo
And a little dye with strands of hair and pins that I be stickin' through you
No comparison, me to you, I‘m the best
Got a lot of sh*t on my chest with them bright lights on me
I confess, I’m stressed
When you’re obsessin' with some strippers from Obsessions
We be hiding a recession while you tryna buy some resin
I’m a blessin', I’m a blessin', I’m a motherf*ckin' blessin'
If I die before my time, you know that kid a livin' legend
You say I’m angry but you sappy
And I talk a lot of sh*t because sh*t talkin' make me happy
And I’m living like I’m Castro and you swimmin' to Miami
If you got a problem with me, tell you b*tch to get at me
No laughin' and it’s no wonder I’m so f*ckin' sick
I don’t crack a smile ‘cause nowadays, all I’m about is biz
I never trust a kid who all he f*ckin' does is grin
People hide behind they smiles is how them leeches suck you in
If you the king, then I’m the chief, I done my rivals in
You can keep the throne, I take the dirt, I’m on some tribal sh*t
Plus the dirt is closer to my roots
And the Roc is desperate, those folks commutin' just to shoot
And they runnin' up on you and they got a gun
And you know that they smokin' your ass
In love with the money, it’s second to none
And you put all the dough in the bag
From nothin' to somethin', it’s got them excited
They cover your toe with a tag
Your family shoppin' inside of the morgue
And they look for your corpse, it's just bad