Chubby Jag - I'm On One Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] Ok, hell no they can't f** with mine, I've been on my f**ing grind I define crack n***a rewind back, I do this all the f**ing time Had you n***as ducking, if he bucking then I bust a nine f** around and break a n***a neck, I'm on my Busta Rhymes You should see how all these b**hes act when n***as bust a rhyme That sh** turn to hella' brain, she just let me f** her mind I ain't on my Jason Terry, I told my coach f** the pine All this ice around this clock, wonder why a n***a like f** the time I be in my Cali back, South Central made a n***a k**ing till they pay a n***a, I know they gon' hate a n***a f** with Ca** he got my back, for him I will slay a n***a All he gotta do is ok a n***a, I'm a come around and O.J a n***a Chubby f** this boy holmes, I just know that boy gone I suggest it's time you quit, don't end up like Roy Jones Lost a lot of weight but gained a lot, that got the boy strong Thought my man was locked for murder, guess y'all had the boy wrong Smooth and I got that bounce, surrounded by this money I forgot that account I don't need no smoke, I would keep your ho I don't need your dro, I just copped that ounce Got that pipe and she got that mouth, she got that a** and I knocked that out Car got a roof I'm a drop that out, cartier on let me rock that out Swear a n***a on one, and the way we party If the cops ain't here they gon' come Got a problem pull up with a long gun, and k** everybody I'm gone one n***as down right tripping, they just fake See we great, see we gone and they just hate To see me on to sound like Pippen, I ain't tripping just want to make a name High off joints, paper planes Coka in my pocket though, I'm so close I can taste the fame Lemonade on lemonade, so close you could taste the chain I wish I could f** them all, lately I've been on my Drake and Wayne They want me to make a change, I just want to make some change They see how I jump on other n***as beats and make it bang Sounds like a n***a need more shine, I don't mean no groupie ho Treat them b**hes like Eddie House, hell no you don't get no time (New crib, New money, new chain In the booth you can see the poop stains Batman paint on a brand new whip, got a n***a feeling like Bruce Wayne) x2 Gone