I’m On One

[Intro]
Let it run
Let it run all the way through
Jamie

[Verse]
All I care about is money and this town that I'm from
And the woman of my dreams and my one and only son
And the friends that were with me when we bought our first gun
And we shared it for a year, but the body count was none
'Cause we was no killas, just some small-town dealers
Hoping that somebody feel us (hoping that somebody feel us)
Until the shit got realer, somebody brought it back out
Caught beef, got scared and blew somebody's back out
I ain't your ordinary YouTube rap dude that've had to
You would be rap fooled, it ain't just soccer moms in minivans
We been affected by the recession as much as any man
That's why I'm smart in what I do have
It'll take a bullet for me to part in what I do have
Move back, the truth's back
You can stop asking where the fucking truth's at
Long way from familiarity but never too busy for a moment of clarity
Consider this donating to charity
For every hater that said, "Rap for me"
Well, here you go, I'm rapping for a living now
The more I go up, the more you'll never live it down
This for that bitch, I ain't with her now
But, fuck you, bitch, you see I'm living now
Boat rides and palm trees and
I'ma need some more green for my palms, please
I'm sending money back home
And sending texts from a bat phone
Amazing's all I ever stride to be (yeah)
And someone told me that nobody ever rides for free
The paranoia's got something on the side of me
I'm just being real, not something that I try to be
But, fuck you, if you wish me bad
Eat a dick and some ass and some Scooby snacks
Wait 'til school is back, I let the horns loose, the rule is back
This is for my town and it's trials and tribulations
This is for my brother, that's some trial with litigations
The call is at a time, but it's time that he's facing
The judge don't approve of the white girl, racist
Man, I'm so back to basics, rapping what I feel
And let you motherfuckers taste it (taste it)
It don't matter what your taste is, you don't like it
Then, you tasteless, somebody get a taste test
You 'bout as real as some fake breasts
You 'bout as raw as some safe sex, ain't no telling what I say next
Fuck your favorite rapper, bitch
'Cause I'm the rapper that he wants to be rapping with
Asking for an email to send tracks and shit
But I don't give a fuck, I practice abstinence
I'm so on when I'm on one
Hot as a building when it's a long run
The moment of truth is where I start from
Say goodnight to the kids, the song's done

[Instrumental Outro]