CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : One Time
It's all black when I think back
Now I'm dressed all black, where the things at?
Vaseline, the bricks and the cling-wrap
I'mma move state if the plug try and ring back
Break Down these Quarters like Kit Kat's
Reporting Daily, I'm going back
Stuck up in a cell, where my Kids at?
I Gotta Man Up, cuz I owe 'em that
My Fam never know where I been, lad
Stuck up with the crabs; in the bucket. I been trapped
C**ts get tough with a gun, but they dumb
Like they don't know, half of my homies have been strapped
Free Merks! Shout out to the Trapper Runnеrs
I was raised this way. Yeah, my Dad done it
Brainumb, from thе sh*t that I seen on these streets
Now my heart only beats if the jacks comin'...
Back to the flats, gotta grab somethin';
Over and Over Again
Now nobody knows where I go, when I'm out on my own
But they won't see me broken again
I don't hear sh*t. No ears; Chopper Read
Goulburn Girls, they still doing drops for me
When I walk the street, there's no rock on me
Cuz the cops, on my block, always stoppin' me
They probably, try knockin' me
Tell cats that I died in a robbery
But trust, nobody wants the beef
Cuz me and Jugada come to your f**kin' street
And Spinner got the Spinner, aye
45 Beretta, kid'll hit you like a Dinner Plate
Me and Dude still rack sh*t from David Jones
Cuz we'd rather save dough, for our kids to take
(HOOK x2) [Jugada]
One Time for the lads in the trap
One Time for the lads, sing it back
One Time for the kids doing crime
One Time for the c**ts that is talkin' to One Time
Now I'm dressed all black, where the things at?
Vaseline, the bricks and the cling-wrap
I'mma move state if the plug try and ring back
Break Down these Quarters like Kit Kat's
Reporting Daily, I'm going back
Stuck up in a cell, where my Kids at?
I Gotta Man Up, cuz I owe 'em that
My Fam never know where I been, lad
Stuck up with the crabs; in the bucket. I been trapped
C**ts get tough with a gun, but they dumb
Like they don't know, half of my homies have been strapped
Free Merks! Shout out to the Trapper Runnеrs
I was raised this way. Yeah, my Dad done it
Brainumb, from thе sh*t that I seen on these streets
Now my heart only beats if the jacks comin'...
Back to the flats, gotta grab somethin';
Over and Over Again
Now nobody knows where I go, when I'm out on my own
But they won't see me broken again
I don't hear sh*t. No ears; Chopper Read
Goulburn Girls, they still doing drops for me
When I walk the street, there's no rock on me
Cuz the cops, on my block, always stoppin' me
They probably, try knockin' me
Tell cats that I died in a robbery
But trust, nobody wants the beef
Cuz me and Jugada come to your f**kin' street
And Spinner got the Spinner, aye
45 Beretta, kid'll hit you like a Dinner Plate
Me and Dude still rack sh*t from David Jones
Cuz we'd rather save dough, for our kids to take
(HOOK x2) [Jugada]
One Time for the lads in the trap
One Time for the lads, sing it back
One Time for the kids doing crime
One Time for the c**ts that is talkin' to One Time
