E BELL - One of a Kind

These n****s bumming for crumbs
These n****s bumming for nothing
I'm in the cut in my zone
Thinking of watches that's flooded
I'm tryna make all this music shit pop so I can go ahead make that purchase
I love the way that she make that thang drop man sometimes I don't think I deserve her
And no she not leaving me lonely
Slaying the opps and defeating the foes
I see some of these dudes tryna clone me
Riding round popping new tags
I was in the mall I was copping new drip
I was fucking round blowing that bag
Drop a hit get it back real fast
Staying first never coming in last
Take it back in the day
I been having that dream I was gone pull off in a Jag
I just got a lot on my mind
Can you keep up with my speed
Baby I'm one of a kind
I should make my own damn league
Making that move with the faith
Follow that up with the grace
I ain't having no more doubt in my mind
Everything I touch closed case
We was in the back room rolling up backwoods
We be getting high like rastas
She was trying too damn hard to be cute baby
You can't make my roster
Round of applause she'll make that clap
Now I'm feeling like Waka Flocka
Lil baby here coming proper
But you still can't meet my mama
Had to cut that off one night when she came in the room and the vibe was toxic
Now we getting too old for the lames and the games
C'mon you need to stop it
I been on my grind I been hustling hard getting straight into them profits
They gon know my name
They gon show they love
But they gon wait til I'm popping
(Yea they gon wait til I'm popping)
These n****s bumming for crumbs
These n****s bumming for nothing
I'm in the cut in my zone
Thinking of watches that's flooded
I'm tryna make all this music shit pop so I can go ahead make that purchase
I love the way that she make that thang drop man sometimes I don't think I deserve her
And no she not leaving me lonely
Slaying the opps and defeating the foes
I see some of these dudes tryna clone me
Riding round popping new tags
I was in the mall I was copping new drip
I was fucking round blowing that bag
Drop a hit get it back real fast
Staying first never coming in last
Take it back in the day
I been having that dream I was gone pull off in a Jag
I just got a lot on my mind
Can you keep up with my speed
Baby I'm one of a kind
I should make my own damn league
Making that move with the faith
Follow that up with the grace
I ain't having no more doubt in my mind
Everything I touch closed case

Written by:
Chris Bell

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