One Take by C the Third Lyrics
Let me start with the fact that this track just ain’t comparable
Gave up art for the trap that’s no cap
Your shit is terrible
Think you might be illiterate
It only takes a limerick
Exposing you and showing that you’re a literal idiot
I might be inconsiderate
You need to reconsider it
You’re looking like four guys at a table, your ass is splitting it
This ain’t a diss track
It’s just for the snakes
So call it a hiss track
Or call it a tic tac
You think you’re a big cat
Cause you made a thick stack
You’re feeling euphoric you got ladies galore and you’re scoring
You always whip in a foreign, your shit has always been boring
It’s predictable, thinking that you’re pinnacle, you’re pitiful
Take a seat I’ll break you down in a syllablе
Wack
Well I guess done with that silly shit
Rapping on this track bеcause Cole inspiring millions
Feeling it, feeling myself approaching the millions
Chillin in the crib speaking Portuguese with Brazilians
My flow is so slow and smooth it's like Bossa Nova
She ask me what I'm doing I tell her to come on over
If she don't contribute positive vibes, it's going nowhere
She can try to crawl back but Ill give her the cold shoulder
To me, obstacles don't mean nothing
There's no discussion you’re shook like you just seen something
20 years old, but I always live in the moment
I'm an open poet I show it
Compared to me you got no wit
People see it coming they just don't mention it
You see me climbing they never mention shit
Observe the lack of support, that's when depression hits
Like if you wanna be happy, you need a membership
I never quit, I keep rhyming and keep rising
All the people don't understand me like Greek writing
They think they know where they're going, they're just idealizing
The industry feeding us poison, we just don't realize it
Im feeling wavy on the track
Like if I was goin 80 on back roads
Can't compare to my stack loads
Of knowledge
I’m out in college, my style is polished
But I can admit that it's not really flawless
You motherfuckers are alcoholics
You're sitting wasting your lives, so you can party for a couple of nights
Correct me if I'm wrong but I think I'm right
You think it's quite a delight
You call your parents and tell them you're alright
Gave up art for the trap that’s no cap
Your shit is terrible
Think you might be illiterate
It only takes a limerick
Exposing you and showing that you’re a literal idiot
I might be inconsiderate
You need to reconsider it
You’re looking like four guys at a table, your ass is splitting it
This ain’t a diss track
It’s just for the snakes
So call it a hiss track
Or call it a tic tac
You think you’re a big cat
Cause you made a thick stack
You’re feeling euphoric you got ladies galore and you’re scoring
You always whip in a foreign, your shit has always been boring
It’s predictable, thinking that you’re pinnacle, you’re pitiful
Take a seat I’ll break you down in a syllablе
Wack
Well I guess done with that silly shit
Rapping on this track bеcause Cole inspiring millions
Feeling it, feeling myself approaching the millions
Chillin in the crib speaking Portuguese with Brazilians
My flow is so slow and smooth it's like Bossa Nova
She ask me what I'm doing I tell her to come on over
If she don't contribute positive vibes, it's going nowhere
She can try to crawl back but Ill give her the cold shoulder
To me, obstacles don't mean nothing
There's no discussion you’re shook like you just seen something
20 years old, but I always live in the moment
I'm an open poet I show it
Compared to me you got no wit
People see it coming they just don't mention it
You see me climbing they never mention shit
Observe the lack of support, that's when depression hits
Like if you wanna be happy, you need a membership
I never quit, I keep rhyming and keep rising
All the people don't understand me like Greek writing
They think they know where they're going, they're just idealizing
The industry feeding us poison, we just don't realize it
Im feeling wavy on the track
Like if I was goin 80 on back roads
Can't compare to my stack loads
Of knowledge
I’m out in college, my style is polished
But I can admit that it's not really flawless
You motherfuckers are alcoholics
You're sitting wasting your lives, so you can party for a couple of nights
Correct me if I'm wrong but I think I'm right
You think it's quite a delight
You call your parents and tell them you're alright