2 Official - I'm the One
You the one who pulling checks, right
You the one them bitches calling when they say they want some sex, right
The city going up flames you the people's champ
You the one who everybody said got next, right
From yo' point of view man these niggas wild
They some jokes you the only who do that shit correct, right
Body builder you rep yo' set, right
Every season don't need a reason you gon' ball all net, right
If it ain't racks then he won't make a move
Black & silver on that pistol same color matching on the shoes
His pockets stuffed and it's full of blues
Been gettin' money since back when niggas first started rocking True's
Gloves on his fingers, mask on his face, chemist
He'll take the chair before he tells or do the sentence
When you come from the struggle ain't no such thing as a limit
All my real niggas hearing this, man they gon' feel this
I tightened up my convo', went to see a dentist
They want to see me diminished with this mission Ima finish
I used to fuck with you but I can't no more
I promise I still love you but this shit is strictly business
Get it, get it, go get it, get it
Gotta get it, go-go get it, get it
Gotta get it, go get it, get it
Get it, gotta go, gotta go, uh
You the one who pulling checks, right
You the one them bitches calling when they say they want some sex, right
The city going up flames you the people's champ
You the one who everybody said got next, right
From yo' point of view man these niggas wild
They some jokes you the only who do that shit correct, right
Body builder you rep yo' set, right
Every season don't need a reason you gon' ball all net, right
You the one who robbed when you was hurting you was aching
You overcame when them bitches said you wasn't gon' make it
You put in the time sacrificing, risk taking
Family members hungry you the one brought home the bacon
Sunday they was church'ing you was in the trap working
In jail or on the streets you gon' be the same person
You made the wave without you for them it's no surfing
You wrestled with the gators out the swamp they was turfing
Any day could be the day, you know but ain't reversing
Left cheek, right cheek, you got the money numbers twerking
Ps and Qs in order just in case somebody lurking
You ready for the feds or for the shooters that's for certain
You the one who pulling checks, right
You the one them bitches calling when they say they want some sex, right
The city going up flames you the people's champ
You the one who everybody said got next, right
From yo' point of view man these niggas wild
They some jokes you the only who do that shit correct, right
Body builder you rep yo' set, right
Every season don't need a reason you gon' ball all net, right
Written by:
ANDRE LAMAR JACKSON, JAVONTE DESHUN CLARKSON
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