The One lyrics

Say the wrong sh*t out your lip, get hurt
I'm the one getting credit 'till the first come
I ain't even mad, sh*t, they hated on Jesus
I hit the straight drop with the dope boy seasoning
They doubted me 'till I made it, wouldn't believe it
Broke up with my b*tch, she must thought that I need her
I'm a self made n*gga, you can tell by my demeanor
If you can't catch up, motherf*cker I'mma leave you
Play one time, beat a n*gga 'till he stop breathing
Clip holding up bullets kill a pack a hyеnas
I'm the one getting crеdit 'till the first come
I'm the one treating these n*ggas like my son-sons
Lotta n*ggas made threats but they made nun'
They wanna live my life, they like Big Pun
I'm DrugRixh, I don't sit in no hair salon
If I front you a pack, that mean you my son
Slap the f*ck out you, make you go get your gun
When you see Slithermannn, you better run
When I'm cooking that work I be having fun
b*tch ain't have sh*t to do, made her cut my ones
Auntie said that the work taste like Captain Crunch
Call me, less than 5 minutes I'm pulling up
If you see me with water, I'm booted up
I am not good with acting, I'm pulling stunts
Drop an addy and watch how I slither up
You want smoke, this AR'll match your blunt
Been shooting n*ggas since cap guns
Don't believe your persona, stop acting tough
I'm Eddie G when I'm pulling up
You was in school letting n*ggas jack you up
I had a gun on the back of the bus
With a whole zip of red just slapped right on my nuts
Slide right to the bathroom, sacking it up
Real trap n*gga, never asked mama for nothing
She was mad as the f*ck, found out I was hustling
b*tch I slept right in my clothes, I was tired of struggling
Once I learned how to whip, I was flipping and doubling
First 10 jays, get it back for free from a junkie
Real slithery n*gga, they ain't telling me nothing