3Point - One Time lyrics

JASON ROSE - ONE TIME (PROD. BY 3POINT) [Hook: Jason Rose] One time, one time, one time for your motherf**in' mind. (4x) [Verse 1: Jason Rose] What you lames thought that you had it?/I'm back up in this motherf**er/causing all the havoc/and the commotion/the competition's eroding/like my lungs from this smoking/but I stay focused/doobie lit and I'm going/so raw like no Trojans/on this mic that I'm roasting/like marshmallows/it's that fellow/still gutting and stuffing those cigarillos/just to stay high on my feet like stilettos/you motherf**ers must've never got the memo/I'm bringing Brooklyn to your front door and the threshold/something new and so fresh though/f** your Balenciaga/Louis V/and your Prada/you're not a man cause you gotta/couple stacks on your wrist/and some j**els on your collar/nah no way/and imma keep on repping this all day/I feel it in my soul/aura shining brighter than the finest gold/I'm trying to do what I was told/but things don't always work out when you're trying to reach your goals/all I know is that I can't fold/motherf** these fables/motherf** these lables/this is real life/and mom can hardly pay for cable/nothing's stable/they dying over Caine like Abel/it's a shame/with growing age/come growing pains/I done lost way too many homies to this f**ing game/it's driving me insane/cause nothing's been the same/ever since that 24th December day/all I see is pouring rain/grey clouds/spelling out your f**ing name/what is there to gain/just some money/couple hoes/and a little fame/got me walking circles like a figure eight/smoking eighths/to the face/trying to figure out my place/so I figured I go ape/on these motherf**ing tapes/cause I'm tired of dropping cla**es/and flicking ashes/time to start making cla**ics/I wanna be living lavish/driving Astons/flying all through out the atlas/but they rather see me stretched out like elastic/6 feet down up in the casket/but imma make it happen/with this rapping/got a few tricks up my sleeve/and I ain't even into magic [Interlude: Jason Rose] Nah, and I ain't even into magic. Hold up. Uh. Keep it rollin'. Look. Uh [Verse 2: Jason Rose] Hold your gla**es high/yo let's make a toast/we got one life to live/so let's make the most/I'm never going down/even on ski slopes/riding through the city with my folks/repping Beast Coast/yeah that's how it is/every day/every night/I'm just trying to get away/and take flight/they didn't even stand a chance/before I even grabbed the mic/and I've been earned my stripes/ever since I was a tike/with a swag sharper than a knife/I couldn't get my mental right/but now I'm going harder than metal pipes/shout out to all my people living in the after life/this one is for you/pour another brew/and pa** the light/they hate you out of spite/when you begin to reach new heights/I learned to use that fuel/to burn these fools/and let my soul ignite/I'm determined that I might/set it straight/blowing haze/that's everyday/it's all the same/so bump this in the Range/when you're switching lanes/let the music take over/young Brooklyn soldier/LPC we on the map/New York City where you at?/I'm off the leash/no holding back/enlightened speech/no bogus raps/spitting healthy bars/call them Granola snacks [Outro: Jason Rose] Uh. Yup! Rest in peace King Capital Steez. Haha. Ninety-three 'til infinity...and beyond