One_v2 (ref. 17.05.24) lyrics
by Young Gleason
[Intro]
b*tch you know I’m the one who- Who-
[Chorus]
b*tch I’m the one who cut the Sycamore Gap
b*tch I’m the one who killed Bin Laden in Iraq
b*tch I’m the one who sells your Grandmother Crack
b*tch I’m still the one, no need for a do-back
[Verse 1]
You can come and attack me; I’ll leave your nose black G
I’ve packed more bread than a baker’s Pantry
Your girl took off her panties, I’m the best you can’t slam me
One guy tried it, I left him still like brandy (haha)
Yeah you’re right I’m that prick with 10 GCSES
But you’re damn wrong if you think you can come at me
No f*ck given about boxing, and I still beat him twice
Then he tries to cover it up so I’ll make that thrice (ooh)
[Bridge]
“All you chat about is violence, you cut beats and it’s bad”
You’re right rudeboy, let me change the flow a tad
[Chorus]
b*tch I’m the one who cut the Sycamore Gap
b*tch I’m the one who killed Bin Laden in Iraq
b*tch I’m the one who sells your Grandmother Crack
b*tch I’m still the one, no need for a do-back
[Verse 2]
Okay, let me bring it back to 23 like Cee said
You think I’d quit music? I’d rather be dead
A year ago, I did this sh*t for my reputation
But I learnt a few things, call it adaption
Yeah you’re right I’m that guy who dissed James and Adam
This prick was getting on my nerves, really had to tag them
And I got a few words to some of my new best friends
Motherf*ck your IG trends, b*tch welcome to the Ends
I got 99 problems, a new Album’s on the way
And I’m being criticised by Stans who ain’t heard the next wave
So motherf*ck what I said, I’d rather myself be dead
Than ever make music that gets made for Bread (hahah!)
[Chorus]
b*tch I’m the one who cut the Sycamore Gap
b*tch I’m the one who killed Bin Laden in Iraq
b*tch I’m the one who sells your Grandmother Crack
b*tch I’m still the one, no need for a do-back