D.M.O.E - The Ones One (feat. Nino Miller)

You could be the one
You could be the one

See I can be the one, yeah I'm him
We ain't worried about money, no that's them

We ain't purchasing jewels, we drop gems
Full Grind mode, yeah we locked in
You could be the one
You could be the one

What if it was me, now scratch that
It's going to be, you go read
D.M.o.E in the headlines, with the stars
Real bright baby, I'm a shine

My heart aching, my heart torn
We lost soldiers, it was war
CA raised me, you can't change me
I take shots at the game, I'm ready aim squeeze

Stumbles come when you running shit
Ain't make sense, slow down, I humbled it
Now I'm doing more with my money, I doubled it
You can do whatever in this world with confidence

God winning is obvious
I'm the inspiration that they following, I'm setting trends
Hip hop sick, this the lyrical medicine
I'm outside that drill box that they put us in

It happened for a reason, I don't think I could have been
Real without me, I don't think it could have been
Me and money go together, that's the synonym
Silicone fake ass niggas, I ain't feeling them

Back up on my shit again
Feeling myself kill anybody that they put me against
Smoking weed, count paper how the day begin
Being broke for the maybes and the could have beens

Yeah, where my lighter go
Still got that fire though
Water down the fire hose, that meaning on no pedestal
The police couldn't catch him, had to bring in the federal

What the streets will do is terrible, never terrified
Terrorizing over territory, only time will tell
But we never telling time
My son's eyes, melted mass, still solid in my momma's eyes

Talk to H-Man, he got a base plan
In the world that cons, I'm just a yay man
Yesterday's promises makes today's plan
Freestyling with my play pan, meanwhile with a play bitch

We ain't enemies, but we play friends
The deep end is my safe end location
Now these people hating on me

It happened for a reason, I don't think I could have been
Real without me, I don't think it could have been
Me and money go together, that's the synonym
Silicone fake ass niggas, I ain't feeling them
Back up on my shit again

Feeling myself kill anybody that they put me against
Smoking weed, count paper how the day begin
Being broke for the maybes and the could have beens

Written by:
Darcie Morris, Keston Miller

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