Lyrics One Day at a Time - Ka-Flame

This is chapter 54, but don't you close the book
Open up ya eyes ho, take a closer look
Giving yall the real, giving yall the raw
My words hold weight, ya best to treat it, like it's law
A living legend, some shit you never saw
Put my diamonds in the sink bitch, just to let them thaw
Rule # 7, never brag on, what you bought
So I'm never trying to stunt, despite what you thought
So many claim real, I feel, them niggas flaw
I'm a different type of artist, but I'm still quick to draw
Ain't trying to flash the heat, I'll create a masterpiece
Establishing dominance nigga, like my last release
Albums they be napping on, had me feeling, I was rapping wrong
But know my name, attached to the throne
How you calling shots, when you don't even have a phone?
Six feet deep, that's where yo ass belong, bitch

You can tell I'm on a mission, when you listen to my rhymes
Writing compositions, got my competition dying
Money making, everyday it's on my mind
Still trying to get it nigga, one day at a time
You can tell I'm on a mission, when you listen to my rhymes
Writing compositions, got my competition dying
Money making, everyday it's on my mind
Still trying to get it nigga, one day at a time

Top position in this game, one day gone be mine
Made a promise, to my momma, one day I'm gone shine
On my grind to the max, writing rhymes, making tracks
Raised in the 90's, I'm just trying, to take them back
When the music had a vibe, made you feel alive
Now it's all depressing, I'm guessing, that it died
Tried to show 'em all, but I see, they still sleeping though
Will I call it quits?, let's keep that, on a need to know
They need to show a nigga love, cause I truly need it
Always giving food for thought, but they don't truly eat it
Think they see it as a joke, but you don't hear me laughing
Even though, a nigga broke, you don't hear me asking
For no hand out, lyrically I stand out
If you ain't saying, Flame the realest, shut yo damn mouth
I'm from the Southside, know we throw that "S" high
Rep'n Albany, it ain't hard to guess why

You can tell I'm on a mission, when you listen to my rhymes
Writing compositions, got my competition dying
Money making, everyday it's on my mind
Still trying to get it nigga, one day at a time
You can tell I'm on a mission, when you listen to my rhymes
Writing compositions, got my competition dying
Money making, everyday it's on my mind
Still trying to get it nigga, one day at a time