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One Time by Sam Be Yourself Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Verse 1]
Who really got the bounce like this? Oh, that's Sam
Whole lotta beats in my iMac fam
Move slow through the streets got a late night plan
Get what I need just to feed my fam (wait)
Wait, y'all ain't really made like this
In the game get some fame and you lanes might switch
Gimme the brain, come on bae don't you play like this
Sippin away huntin my pain get in my way type shit (lit)
Lit, tell ya mans get like me (yeah)
Ride wit ski with the side shotti
High as the sky, is you rollin? Bitch I might be (might be)
But I never OD baby no siree (not me)
Uh, we gon be fine let em know (uh)
They bout to know my face every place that I go
I'm a young ace baby I was raised in the snow
Running at a different pace while you race too slow (oh)
Oh, they don't wanna see you chase dreams (oh)
The-The-They don't wanna see you make cream (oh)
They don't want you livin out yo best life g
They just wanna see you bring the stress like brains
Uh, I need all my days to be sunny (yeah)
Ain't nobody ever took my lunch money
Huh, that's cos it was all free lunch
If momma gave me a buck I was buyin trees bruh
What?
[Chorus]
One time cos the grind don't stop (one time)
One time til we rise to the ta-da-da-dop
One time cos the fly don't drop
I'm goin to regret it when I'm in up on blocks (oh)
Baby bounce to the beat go away get ya paper (yeah)
I'm fine no time for a hater (hell nah)
What I look like tryna be you
Ima do it for the fam while I stack grams too (let's go)

[Verse 2]
Ay, too many thoughts in my head
There were times where I figured I'd be better off dead
But instead, I re-up my pencil with led
Let it bleed, part the red sea while I break bread
Young god flow, vision resemblance of Picasso
I got a beat that you can nod ya head to wit ya eyes closed
I'd know, I need checks ending in auto
That's eight digits I can hit it with a blindfold
Bow, right in the mufuckin kisser
Every lyrics that I'm writing makes a mufuckin picture
You ain't pretty that's the lighting on yo instagram filter (ha)
You ain't wit it you silly thinking that you can write a scripture
I'm stressed but I'm here to be the best
This generation look for validation on the internet
I ain't really wit the hating I'm embracing what is fresh
Get it shaking I got what it takes to make it for the set
Yes, I'm bout my paper like I'm Don Draper (uh)
Bunch of mad men runnin in circles for favors (what)
And we gon see who really pop first stop cos your flow's not hot
This the bright words from the clock
Fake your drop, got a top hot verse
Put the key in the lot, trees in the pocket purse
Sam B bout to drop, whole game will disperse (ay)
From Cali to the D get your cheese til it hurts, word
[Chorus]
One time cos the grind don't stop (one time)
One time til we rise to the ta-da-da-dop
One time cos the fly don't drop
I'm goin to regret it when I'm in up on blocks (oh)
Baby bounce to the beat go away get ya paper (yeah)
I'm fine no time for a hater (hell nah)
What I look like tryna be you
Ima do it for the fam while I stack grams too