Only One

[Intro: Boldy James]

I know, I'm not the only one

It's Mafia, what else?

227, yeah

GXFR, Legend of Zelda

Let's get it

[Verse 1: Boldy James]

Came up off a half a G (Uh-huh)

Sellin' ghetto dope like I'm Master P (Uh)

Tryna trap me up with platinum master keys

3-5 of snowboards, broke it down in the gravelly (Mr. Jackson)

Shit, since you know it all, why the fuck you keep askin' me? (Uh-huh)

Pass the weed, bro, know I make triumph out of tragic (Real shit)

Nicodemus is vital, lethal is apple (Gang, gang)

After me, there would be none, before me, there was many (ConCreature)

Packin' up them 1212 skinnies, cuttin' class with beef (Bruh, bruh), stashin' cheese

Now look at us rein' up a half a key (Blocks)

I made too much, supplying dust, why the fuck would I rap for free? (You tell me)

Hood got behind me on the shoulder, so we had to flee (Skrrt)

Girlie damn near pissed her panties, told me that she had to pee

Close call, too close for comfort, almost smacked a tree

Shook 'em off right by the White Castle, now we house a fridge

Stay harassin' me, I was just pickin' up a cash receipt (Remix)

Just dumped a quarter block in the parking lot of the Applebee's

What else?

Jack God

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]

Aye, big on the import-export (Uh-huh)

Was pumpin' D, M and X, get at me, dawg, you'll be spendin' a check (What you need?)

My bro a chef, got the fish spinnin' in the Rex

Tryna progress, turn an 8-ball to a private jet

Got too much pride, I'd rather get it than to beg for shit

I'm a natural, could use my eyeball to measure it (Uh-huh)

Lifestyle of the wild on a quest to be mega rich

Before I had a fan, I had fiends lookin' for meth to hit (I did)

And drop off locations in my messages

Got the juice, used to drop the quality in my beverages (What else?)

All these hoes thirsty, she get dick before she get a drink

The kitchen is my lab, I bag ounces right next to the sink (Uh-huh)

I know some niggas that'll crash out, they don't even think

Slide on you like Wayne Gretzky in a hockey rink (Baow, baow)

Lord knows I've been through hell just to score goals

Shit wasn't cute, rocked an orange jumpsuit, it's court clothes

I was taught if we all get caught, keep yours closed

The answer's I don't know, I need a lawyer talkin' 'bout the dough (Uh-huh)

Grinding like the Clipse at 2800 or 4-0

A buck for a grizzy and it's fizzy, just come what you know, nigga

[Outro]

I know, I'm not the only one

I know, I'm not the only one

I know, I'm not the only one

I know, I know I've got to share you