Текст песни One for the Money - N.O.K.

Take me back to the gate, passionate taste
Learning the biz like a slap in the face mastered my fate
Path in the make In cause these crooks have you catching a case
Over a fraction of the stack niggas all nosey not knowing the facts
And them same niggas know i don't hold nuttin back
Game getting old got ya soul in a trap fame ain't the goal
Its the gold that I'm after, make it crack in my mode on a Track
Controlling the tempo ode to the cats that getting doe got they fam on they back
Cannon intact in the land Where its fact everyone got a lil man that can rap
But not everyone got a plan of attack get a panic attack if you Stand where I'm at
Random, when I'm dancing on a track candid when I'm amp and Ima blackout like I'm Manson
Just a lil more handsome in a tantrum send random attacks
Cat scan for the scams, crooks and the rats built for it Never get shook we adapt
Feel for it like a cook in a trap since 9 I was on mine hook and the raps

One for the money
Two for the true spit
Three for the few
That keep true to music
Four they get funny
Five in a drop top
Six gears heard it lock and the clutch pop
7 years bad luck in a tuff spot
8 years wrapped up had a 9
In the stash box wit the cash gwap
Mind on 10 cause I been in line wit the have nots

Got that shit in his walk
Boy I ain't average
Artist of the month, circus in passing
Every go he be murkin the track
Can't give it all at once
Every verse is fraction
Whats my purpose I'm asking
Where my thirst at that I had when I first spit a bad one
Young lad in his fun bag getting crumbs back but he dumb mad wit a passion
Be the same when you win that you was when ya pockets was slim ain't got to pretend
Wit nok yo it been locked never been pop got my brim cocked
All net never rim shots all vet on my tip top bar set
Like he doing arm reps at a gym spot complex wit his hip hop
Calm, ya palms wet like you sniffing on that Chris Rock
(You old you should quit!)
Nah ima stand here holding my dick
Man i been damn near folding these kids for a handful of years
Don't wanna feel the bear
Don't poke em wit sticks
Covid of spit hold it you tripping
Just a punchline didn't know it was forbidden
All these cats here paying closer attention but all they come away wit A flow that be shittin

One for the money
Two for the true spit
Three for the few
That keep true to music
Four they get funny
Five in a drop top
Six gears heard it lock and the clutch pop
7 years bad luck in a tuff spot
8 years wrapped up had a 9
In the stash box wit the cash gwap
Mind on 10 cause I been in line wit the have nots