Who is the One
Hook:
And they say Who? Who is the One? The Champion Unsung Golden Glove? The Magistrate. No Masturbate. Go fuck yourself if you ain't making papes. The Duke of York. Steak on my Fork. And I'mma need a refill moving forward. I might go swimming , I need some women. Some condominiums to hide from the stork.
And they say Who? Who is the one? The Champion Unsung Loaded Gun? It might go Blaow! It might go Boom...All attention on me when I'm in the room, in the room...
Bridge:
I get it in man, I get it in. I get it in man, I get it in.
I get it in man, I get it in. I get it in man. I get it in.
I get it in. I get it in.
Once upon a time not long ago was a brother you would hardly know
with a heart of gold, from the city where the cartis glow and they catch every eye of like all these hoes
He ain't really with the parties bro, too many fake Mfs that's all they know
Jam packed in a room talking all that shit, to it all he a claustrophobe
He'd rather breathe, He'd rather breathe
Forever in his own lane, This is T
You speak of he, let's tell the truth
He want the money and the cars and women too
And that's traits of a human that's life, man of a few words but don't take him light
But coming where we come from, that is too much like right
So, the brotha grind harder than ever, y'all ball he thinking bout credit
And y'all chase drawers, he don't sweat it, cuz on his worse day he can get it, yeah
Bound to leave a mark as a man on the earth, ten toes both hands in the dirt
Diggin threw the trench with a pen that a send, shockwaves, lights up in a dark cave
Some niggas might say he far away, maybe be right underneath they feet
Soul of a king, shit gets deep, fight a whole lot that these niggas don't see so who is he?
Hook:
And they say Who? Who is the One? The Champion Unsung Golden Glove? The Magistrate. No Masturbate. Go fuck yourself if you ain't making papes. The Duke of York. Steak on my Fork. And I'mma need a refill moving forward. I might go swimming , I need some women. Some condominiums to hide from the stork.
And they say Who? Who is the one? The Champion Unsung Loaded Gun? It might go Blaow! It might go Boom...All attention on me when I'm in the room, in the room...
Bridge:
I get it in man, I get it in. I get it in man, I get it in.
I get it in man, I get it in. I get it in man. I get it in.
I get it in. I get it in.
Every year in the town that he lived, all the people they would gather round, all The Who's of Who
The young ones and the old and new, the gatekeepers and the one's who are tried and true
To pay homage to our fallen kings and no doubt they was gone too soon
But the camps involved a have beef over those legacies bout as sure as the sky be blue
Think queens and kings, Think kings and queens
Royal blood we all products of the D
As far as T, he kept it low, what he been up to all this no one would know, TBO
Everyday is a fight for the right just to write
Cuz of life, sometimes it ain't right
Gettin money was his plan
Gettin scammed by this crooked old uncle name Sam
All he need is some bands, see a player just really wanna sing his song
Rep well for his home, all the while he would deal wit some demons of his own
And that there made him strong as ox, and bout as deadly as a loaded glock
When it's pointed at your dome then popped
Nothing you can control or stop
Slept on, what they say everyday round the way whole time that the man made moves
Hell broke loose on the inside, outside still a player stayed cool...
Autor(es): Jesse Givens, Terron Calmese
