Lyrics ONE MIC - P-Trill

(Eureka, look on the track)

Man, they gave ya dog coin like Elon Musk
Now every time you see me, man, my chain gon' bust
I'm still around them niggas that'll pierce your lungs
If you ever get to steppin' to this kid all tough
But I'm back to barrin', I'm the rocket in New York
Niggas tend to call me Harden, I go hard in the paint
Ain't callin' 'bout my charges, I be swipin' them digits
Got them groovin' and shakin'
Even though that boy lethargic, I'm a big lifer
They call me the Pi-Piper
First link with your girl, piped her
She call me the long piper
The boy seem so entitled 'cause all of these broads like him
They might show a lil' titty but it really don't excite him
It's a different story when I'm back in my zone
No twilight here, it's time for you to go home
'Cause I'll you leave ass backwards if you step to the throne
I'll pull the steel so fast, right hand lookin' chrome
Leave you Google-y eyed if you click for that search
That's two big O's to the face of your dome
I'll leave you fucked up off these fubar flows
They won't even recognize you when your fool ass home
That boy got horse power, man, that shit Mustang
I just stepped inside the realm, and yeah, I move like a king
Every time I step in rooms, yeah, they blastin' the tapes
Had to learn the mix from Porter, now the kid know the breaks
Ain't no brakes up in this game, so the foot is on the petal
Movin' strings just like Geppetto, one misstep, it's back to ghettos
So I had to go and get it, only means one thing
Ayo, P-Trillz, how we runnin' this thing? Yeah

One mic, one time for the one time
I took a look at my clock, it read, "Crunch time"
Bringin' special treats and they ain't fun sized
Left jab 'em as I write, that's a punchline
One mic, one time for the one time
I took a look at my clock, it read, "Crunch time"
Bringin' special treats and they ain't fun sized
Left jab 'em as I write, that's a punchline

I got tired of starvin', with the fork scrapin' the plate
They let the crumbs fall down instead of handin' me a steak
I've made mistakes on this bumpy path to bein' a great
Prayin' so hard at night is the reason why I stay up late
Since a youngin, I always knew, was an over achiever
Manifested my goals, turned my doubters to believers
Since a kid, I was overly eager
To show you niggas on a scale of one to ten, I've broken the meter
Since birth, my sole purpose, traversin' the earth
Livin' in the hood builds character, but it's also a curse
Could be in a cell on Rikers, or get put in the dirt
Prepared for the worst, death or jail, whatever comes first, I'm out

One mic, one time for the one time
I took a look at my clock, it read, "Crunch time"
Bringin' special treats and they ain't fun sized
Left jab 'em as I write, that's a punchline
One mic, one time for the one time
I took a look at my clock, it read, "Crunch time"
Bringin' special treats and they ain't fun sized
Left jab 'em as I write... (Punchline)

Uh, I hope the residue mess you up in ya retinal
Lay you out like them stretchers do, let you know we ahead of you, uh
We're incredible, just sayin' we're impeccable
You spittin' that inedible, we bring out the delectable
Eat up with ya feet up
If you ain't fuckin' with my aura, ain't talkin' Rita, uh
I'm hopin' they acknowledge the knowledge I feed 'em
I'm top five cap control, I ALT-Delete 'em, for sure
Listen, got a hustler's spirit, no question asked
I'm the future, but I'm flexin' the past
Lines too high to catch, some get vexed when I rap
Their mind too transparent, we plexiglass
Never fiend for limelight 'cause I'ma still rhyme tight
Need a vivid imagination to live sky high
Many youngins fiend for chains like it's real eyesight
Ahead of time like I live backwards, that's real hindsight
Never wanna hear y'all shamin' us for livin' so free
Some are fake thugs, fake stuntin' just to be seen
For the ones with heads on they shoulders, we walkin' degrees
And I'm a special kind of cannon
How I'm spittin' out beams for the green
Never thirsty, my flow Aquafina
Always saucy in the kitchen, never slippin' in my pizzeria
I'm a wizard, no Gilbert Arenas
I shake the game up like J.R. Smith, I'm a human heater
That's a microwave for 2K heads
Ain't a possum, never count on me to play dead
Take a step back before I shoot my shot with this lead
No need for screens, just side step and watch where you tread, uh

One mic, one time for the one time
I took a look at my clock, it read, "Crunch time"
Bringin' special treats and they ain't fun sized
Left jab 'em as I write, that's a punchline
One mic, one time for the one time
I took a look at my clock, it read, "Crunch time"
Bringin' special treats and they ain't fun sized
Left jab 'em as I write, that's a punchline