I’m The One

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

[Verse]
Hm, I'm the one, you cannot talk this shit like me
Hm, you cannot get in the hood and off a brick like me
Hm, niggas bitchin' 'bout a picture 'cause I didn't like it
Like, shut your mouth, bitch, it's a privilege just to sit by me
Hm, today I came across a pint, but I didn't buy it
Come on, I don't tolerate disrespect, this shit'll get violent
Hm, I chose to keep my watch plain, it didn't get diamond
Hm, I used to never leave the state, but shit, I been flyin'
Hm, nigga, it's time to move around
Hm, I'll shoot for no reason like it's a shoot-around
Huh, this crack fucked his back up, he got lupus now
Hm, my pockets always full of shit, I keep poop around
Hm, you can't do this better than me, this my type of music
Hm, niggas like to give me game, I'm the type to use it
When you really that, it shows, you don't gotta prove it
I only know what crack was 'cause my mama used it
Hm, why the fuck this bitch break? Damn, the condom stupid
Hm, me and my bitch love money, I sit and count it to her
Hm, I'm out here doin' hand-to-hands, you a counter user
Hm, I'll never go back to work, I'ma pounder mover
Yeah, nigga, I be movin' pounds
Hm, you ain't really talkin' shit, you just be usin' nouns
Hm, right now I got too much weight, I need to lose it now
Hm, that nigga used to be the plug, he a user now
Hm, you can't be sittin' around playin', go get the bag right
Hm, my young dog a rip you off if I make the tag right
Hm, I don't got one yet 'cause I can't make the tag right
Hm, I don't pop shit in public, I'm not the brag type
Hm, the car go too fast for me, it's like zoom-zoom
Hm, I'll never leave my house without the boom-boom
Oh, you be usin' this for that? This a spoon-spoon
Hm, my ice shine, this shit damn near make the moon move
Hm, everytime I blink my eyes, that's a thousand gone
Hm, I'm in here tappin' on the keys like a xylophone
Hm, I'm finna buy another rental, put some mileage on
Hm, I bring my brothers to the business, leave the crowd at home
Come on, long as you got one, it's gon' make two
Hm, I won't play the beat until you send the pape' through
Hm, bro just pulled up with a eight, I got a eight too
Hm, bro said he ain't eat nothin', I shoulda ate too
Hm, I can see the money, I got my eyes on it
Hm, I think I might like this bitch, can't keep my eyes off her
Hm, my labels tearin' down my phone, they sent me nine offers
Hm, if it don't come with two comas, then take the lines off it