Lyrics 1of1 - Hardrock

(Vanguard)
Uh-huh-huh-huh
Mm, mm
Mm, mm

I look at myself, I say that you know you the one
My mind is a weapon, a gun
Bitch, you know that I'm one of one, yeah
The one and the only
You was tryna stop me, why you hold me?
Now the up nigga up, now you know me
We can connect the play like it's Sony

We was in the five-star restaurant eating fish and chips
She going crazy, she blowin' up my phone and shit
I told her, "Baby, calm down, get a grip"
I'm drinking on potion, it's Hi-Tech when I sip
I feel I got perfection like a Adinkra symbol
I call the gang, the squad, they all assemble
You see I'm blowing, I'm popping like a pimple
You think I'm spazzing, but to me, this simple

I beat all the odds, I beat all the doubts
'Bout to stuff these racks in my Goyard pouch
A whole lot is coming that I'm gon' announce
Got 'em duckin' and dodgin', I make the opps crouch
Yes, it's Tokyo, Number (N)ine the blouse
Get this lil' hoe jumpin', jumpin' out the house
She gon' give me top up up on the couch
Got it out the mud, a dog from the South

No, no, baby, photos not allowed
Walk up in the spot smelling like some loud
Bitch, I'm tryna surf, jump up on the crowd
Chilling with my wolves and they like to howl
Told the lil' ho push up, take her out of town
Red dot your nose, nigga, you a clown
I walk through your hood, came out safe and sound
And if it's an issue, I'm busting these rounds

I look at myself, I say that you know you the one
My mind is a weapon, a gun
Bitch, you know that I'm one of one, yeah
The one and the only
You was tryna stop me, why you hold me?
Now the up nigga up, now you know me
We can connect the play like it's Sony

We was in the five-star restaurant eating fish and chips
She going crazy, she blowin' up my phone and shit
I told her, "Baby, calm down, get a grip"
I'm drinking on potion, it's Hi-Tech when I sip
I feel I got perfection like a Adinkra symbol
I call the gang, the squad, they all assemble
You see I'm blowing, I'm popping like a pimple
You think I'm spazzing, but to me, this simple

I beat all the odds, I beat all the doubts
'Bout to stuff these racks in my Goyard pouch
A whole lot is coming that I'm gon' announce
Got 'em duckin' and dodgin', I make the opps crouch
Yes, it's Tokyo, Number (N)ine the blouse
Get this lil' hoe jumpin', jumpin' out the house
She gon' give me top up up on the couch
Got it out the mud, a dog from the South