Lyrics

I need y'all to gather around
Witness the spectacular
Hundo
This a trip you're only taking in first class. The seats back, wine chill
Dine on a fine meal. That's my type, scooped in a flywheel
Only built for cubans, but the Figaro fine still
The music tell the stories later on, bet your eyes will
It changed from the days making wounds, only time healed
If I ain't see it then it's kinda ill with the mine feel
We're stepping over drama in the hood like a minefield
The neighbors think it's funny like Seinfeld
If I don't my grind will. I'm overcharging them for the crime bill
I'm on somebody's beach rolling high as the light bill
But I ain't see a million, ain't no reason I might chill
Until then, I don't feel I made it like Mike will
But life's still grand, got a reason to fight still
Up late nights trying to shake off the night quill
Unapologetic, I might freeze in a light chill
Cause I don't give a fuck how they might feel when life real
One of a kind
This jury glisten, everything I saw in my vision it came to fruition
I just had to get up and listen, wasn't duckin prison
Nothing was given, saw how they living
But this chicken got my ambition driven
So I'ma get it
Who I do it for
See what they sacrifice in the future for
Share it over cognac Cuban torched in A humidor
This priceless
One of a kind, I'm kind of a unicorn
Reason why my music raw, doing shit I ain't do before
Now they acting brand new, waking up but they knew before
Who the one I been doing what I ain't need they approval for
They acting stupid like I ain't been out here booming
Or **** just being clueless
But I ain't the one confusing y'all
Now I want them to only pronounce my name right
It's different if a **** ain't paid right
This shit ain't no game night
And I been long gone from the play fights
We might spin and do it all again in the same night
They acting Brad Pitt
We could crash when the bag hit
**** ass and they average credits
Roll on you bastards
Underdog and a savage
These same lames in my lane getting mad
Got the city embarrassed
I can't help it
When you and your manager screaming amateur
Rap **** running around looking like fucking janitors
Seen them fall for anything
Never witnessed them standing up
This could happen on beat off or in front of the camera
It's 100
I'm one of a kind
I'm one of a kind
I'm one of a kind
I'm one of a kind
I'm one of a kind
Written by: Aaron Collie, Damon Blackman
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