Fifty/Fifty by OneTakeDrew Lyrics
[Intro]
OneTakeMob
Wassup with the wassup y'all?
Hey, it's been a brick
Listen, they askin'
[Verse]
"What's goin' on with the tape? You should release one now"
Need a hundred percent satisfaction in my sound
Problems of a perfectionist, always at least one doubt
Own my mistakes 'cause a lease runs out
Then it's gone with all the lessons you would teach one's self
If I wasn't feared before, you should at least run now
Better break, hit the skates, enemies pipe down
No friends, too many squares, hard to keep one round
Beat kickin' like aroma from 'bout three floors down, ya smell it? Plenty hells only one heaven, can't tell it
I'm out here swervin', serpents lurkin', tryna be my brethren
In my way they stepping in, shoutout to my 9 to 5s
Who get off at 7:10, the shit'll never end
Stay in school, quit church 'cause I can't trust the reverend
A title's just a word and he's just another man
And that man ain't perfect he'll let the devil in, one time
But I feel that's all it takes sometimes
Ya mind get dark and it get hard to find a faint sunshine
Plus once that nigga get involved
Create a dresser for his drawls then it's ball game
The things you'd do to turn your Levi's into Balmain, aww man
Bammas overvalue the wrong things
Slim if you feel like I'm insane make a song change
But if you feel just what I'm sayin' let us all pray
I be like, Dear Lord guide me to path of righteousness
This is my shot at this rap shit and I might just miss
But I'll be damned if I don't shoot until my palms go raw
Or my arms fall off, boy that ball gon' fall
If I gotta headbutt it, man that crowd gon' roar
And Virginia they'll love it, underground so far
But still tryna stay above it, see my town so sure
But some wish that I would plummet what you
Say in private, gotta say in public, stay a hundred
Gimme a genie in a bottle I won't dare rub it
Never depending on another I'll take care of it
Until the fat lady sing and I can hear her humming
Won't succumb if, ya give her the pipe until she fear plumbin'
Lost in the D somewhere near Drummond, haha
I'm just slumming, pure fun it's time to veer from it
Round dumpin' and I'm still gunnin'
Let me get back to that real shit, this gift rap and they will rip
I got crap that I deal with, I cut tracks and they heal quick, sheesh
And that's word to my grandmomma deceased
Let me speak, rest in peace, ya
Name was Winona, never got the chance to meet ya
Hope ya take notice that ya grandson lethal
These words gon' reach ya
Maybe you the voice of the angels like I'm the voice of the people
A prequel I've never known
Nothing's set in stone
But I feel I get it from somewhere guess I'll just let it go
We want change, but our methods be a little slow
Lootin' and shootin' where we live, cotton arrows from a metal bow
Way to go, did they know
You did no damage to the bigger picture, Mona Lisa still ain't broke
In fact she prolly chillin', grinnin', bitch you still a hoe
Temper short, I'm in killer mode
Allow me to ease my mind
Da Vinci forgive my metaphor can't live life lying
It's not a game boy these real life lines
Materialistic flow might help ya steal my shine
But who better at makin' real life rhyme?
So I still might sign
[Outro]
Hey, let the choir sang
(Preach)
Man let the choir sang
(Preach)
Man let the choir sang
(Preach)
Ain't got no choir mane
I'm good, yeah
OneTakeMob
Wassup with the wassup y'all?
Hey, it's been a brick
Listen, they askin'
[Verse]
"What's goin' on with the tape? You should release one now"
Need a hundred percent satisfaction in my sound
Problems of a perfectionist, always at least one doubt
Own my mistakes 'cause a lease runs out
Then it's gone with all the lessons you would teach one's self
If I wasn't feared before, you should at least run now
Better break, hit the skates, enemies pipe down
No friends, too many squares, hard to keep one round
Beat kickin' like aroma from 'bout three floors down, ya smell it? Plenty hells only one heaven, can't tell it
I'm out here swervin', serpents lurkin', tryna be my brethren
In my way they stepping in, shoutout to my 9 to 5s
Who get off at 7:10, the shit'll never end
Stay in school, quit church 'cause I can't trust the reverend
A title's just a word and he's just another man
And that man ain't perfect he'll let the devil in, one time
But I feel that's all it takes sometimes
Ya mind get dark and it get hard to find a faint sunshine
Plus once that nigga get involved
Create a dresser for his drawls then it's ball game
The things you'd do to turn your Levi's into Balmain, aww man
Bammas overvalue the wrong things
Slim if you feel like I'm insane make a song change
But if you feel just what I'm sayin' let us all pray
I be like, Dear Lord guide me to path of righteousness
This is my shot at this rap shit and I might just miss
But I'll be damned if I don't shoot until my palms go raw
Or my arms fall off, boy that ball gon' fall
If I gotta headbutt it, man that crowd gon' roar
And Virginia they'll love it, underground so far
But still tryna stay above it, see my town so sure
But some wish that I would plummet what you
Say in private, gotta say in public, stay a hundred
Gimme a genie in a bottle I won't dare rub it
Never depending on another I'll take care of it
Until the fat lady sing and I can hear her humming
Won't succumb if, ya give her the pipe until she fear plumbin'
Lost in the D somewhere near Drummond, haha
I'm just slumming, pure fun it's time to veer from it
Round dumpin' and I'm still gunnin'
Let me get back to that real shit, this gift rap and they will rip
I got crap that I deal with, I cut tracks and they heal quick, sheesh
And that's word to my grandmomma deceased
Let me speak, rest in peace, ya
Name was Winona, never got the chance to meet ya
Hope ya take notice that ya grandson lethal
These words gon' reach ya
Maybe you the voice of the angels like I'm the voice of the people
A prequel I've never known
Nothing's set in stone
But I feel I get it from somewhere guess I'll just let it go
We want change, but our methods be a little slow
Lootin' and shootin' where we live, cotton arrows from a metal bow
Way to go, did they know
You did no damage to the bigger picture, Mona Lisa still ain't broke
In fact she prolly chillin', grinnin', bitch you still a hoe
Temper short, I'm in killer mode
Allow me to ease my mind
Da Vinci forgive my metaphor can't live life lying
It's not a game boy these real life lines
Materialistic flow might help ya steal my shine
But who better at makin' real life rhyme?
So I still might sign
[Outro]
Hey, let the choir sang
(Preach)
Man let the choir sang
(Preach)
Man let the choir sang
(Preach)
Ain't got no choir mane
I'm good, yeah