The One

[Chorus]
She scared to fall in love 'cause I'm the one with the bitches
Tell her call me, "That's So Raven", I'm the one with the vision
Really him, so I do whatever I want, no permission
When it's slide time, you dyin' 'cause I'm the one with the killers
The one with the frr-frr, the one with the pistols
The one with the fah-fah, the one with the missles
The one with thеm hittas who wake up lookin' for issues
It's gon' be a lotta whitе tees, whole lotta tissues

[Verse 1]
Step team, but we don't pop out at no Pep Rally
I'm tryna undertake a nigga, I'm from Death Valley
My bitch don't like it when I'm jammin 'cause I'm less happy
I told her lemme paint her face, it's gon' be less acne
She ain't let me hit the first day, she actin' innocent
But then she fucked on the second, what's the difference?
I had to cut that nigga off, he insignificant
Like how you ain't tryna get no money, but you poppin' pills?
It's a damn shame
You gotta be perfect if you want my last name
My niggas always goin' left, they in the fast lane
You wanna know why I'm the G.O.A.T., how I turn good bitches to hoes
It's 'cause I'm runnin' every play like it's the last game
Talk to me wrong, it might be your last day
This shit a marathon, fuck who win the fast race
How the fuck you got a beam and still got bad aim?
60 shots dropped off, Kobe in his last game
A nigga like me, I'ma just sit back, listen up and let a nigga talk
'Cause niggas think they so smart and be so off
Sometimes you gotta let niggas be wrong or they'll never learn
If I just give you money, you might be up, but you ain't gon' know how to earn
I ain't your daddy, nigga, get to work

[Chorus]
She scared to fall in love 'cause I'm the one with the bitches
Tell her call me, "That's So Raven", I'm the one with the vision
Really him, so I do whatever I want, no permission
When it's slide time, you dyin' 'cause I'm the one with the killers
The one with the frr-frr, the one with the pistols
The one with the fah-fah, the one with the missles
The one with them hittas who wake up lookin' for issues
It's gon' be a lotta white tees, whole lotta tissues

[Verse 2]
Whole lotta big bands, whole lotta guala
Whote lotta sinners, whole lotta hoochimamas
Whole lotta niggas with a whole lotta sticks
With a whole lotta bullets, who really never shot nothin'
I got a whole lotta steppers, so I can tell you not one
Not too many real, but it's a whole lotta hot ones
It's a whole lotta fake goons, whole time cop sons
It's a whole lotta, "Fuck you if you ain't 'bout to cop nothin'"
Stop hittin' my phone
I learned to watch out for these bitches 'cause one did me wrong
.50 Cal kickback, pretty strong
I'm with my brother like he right, I know he really wrong
But fuck that 'cause I know if they try it, he gon' bust back
Keep my brother from fallin', bitch, I'm a thumbtack
I know when I get the M's, bitches gon' run back
If you ever thought I peaked, boy, you a dumbass

[Chorus]
She scared to fall in love 'cause I'm the one with the bitches (Nah, for real 'cause, bitch, I'm really him)
Tell her call me, "That's So Raven", I'm the one with the vision (The fuck?)
Really him, so I do whatever I want, no permission (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
When it's slide time, you dyin' 'cause I'm the one with the killers (The fuck wrong with you niggas?)
The one with the frr-frr, the one with the pistols
The one with the fah-fah, the one with the missles
The one with them hittas who wake up lookin' for issues