paroles de chanson One Take - FOM Cam

I be tryna stay to myself
Feel like ion need no help
Got some L's under my belt
I just play the cards I was dealt

Pockets swolled up, like welts
Yo money short as fuck, like elves
Besides my family and myself
Can't nobody get my wealth

Cause it was times where I was fucked up
Had to grind for it, I ain't luck up
Now I walk around wit' a lump sum
Ain't no nigga that I'll run from

Ion care bout yo assumptions
Niggas love to tell, can't trust none
They ain't even gon bust guns
When it's time for beef they gon fuckin run

Every song That I fucking do
Every bar I say is the fucking truth
And I ain't even got shit to prove
So ain't no need for me to show the proof

Tryna cop me a Bentley coupe
So I'm gon do what I gotta do
Niggas say they gon rob who
I gotta big Glock, what you tryna do

Lotta niggas is hoes nigga
Fuck around and get exposed nigga
Everywhere I go, got pole wit' me
Glock 19 but it hold 50

Bro talking bout these phones nigga
Other nigga talkin' bout bows niggas
I ain't really worried bout hoes niggas
If the cops come ion know nigga

Look

The cops come ion know nigga
Fuck round get exposed nigga
Bro talkin' bout these phones nigga

But look

Feel like this rap shit was just made for me
Lotta niggas is fake to me
They don't even get in my face and speak
But run they mouth when away from me

I hardly ever really say a thing
Just let 'em be and ion intervene
Cause I got goals, it ain't just a dream
And as of now it's incomplete

I ain't in it for no competition
The industry full of repetition
Ima change the game, make a transition
Ima young nigga and I'm ambitious

Lemme switch gears, like a transmission
The real and fake need a partition
Finna kill the rap game and let y'all witness
And I ain't really worried bout y'all business

It ain't a thing I can't fucking do
First year of college, dropped outta school
I was walking 'round making bags move
I ain't have time for that classroom

You don't wanna catch me in a bad mood
Bullets come quick, like fast food
Make you spit out blood, like it's bad juice
I'm focused on money, lemme remind you

I want some VVs that'll blind you
Fuck the judge, let Ron loose
Stack 90 days, what yo grind do
It ain't hard, put yo mind to it

I was lost til I found music
If it's in my song then I really do it
You ain't talking money, then keep it moving
My team winning, y'all niggas losing

Up late, y'all niggas snoozing
I hit the gas, y'all niggas cruising
So much money, don't know what to do with it
In other words I'm getting to it

My city hot, but I'm steady cooling
Niggas getting shot, blood steady spewing
Hoes gimme top, they mouth steady drooling
I'm living life, nigga I be fooling

Quit the talking, Lil nigga do it
You can't fwm, y'all niggas foolish
I ain't tryna be pick and choosing
Put On a beat, and I'm ripping thru it

Ion care if you listen to it
I make real music, it ain't meant for goofies
Don't hold a gun, if you ain't finna shoot it
If you get caught, it wasn't meant to do it

Give me a plan and I'm sticking to it
I could have you missing stupid
I be going hard, cause I'm meant to do it
And I know them real niggas gon listen to it

Nigga
I know them real niggas gon listen to it
Come to rap shit, I speak it very fluent