One. 9. Eight. 7. Lyrics

I be that nigga that be calling bitches freaks

And not a groupie

Niggas always rolling or they shooting

Like a movie

Know who made my hoodie

I aynt really in to gucci

Got some Nike slides

But on tha top its saying Stussy

Rappers out here cappin

Now they fit it like a coufe

Other niggas fuckin over

Homies for some coochie

Back when I got jumped

I thanked tha Lord they didn't shoot me

Seen some of them niggas since that day

And they salute me

Don't be with a clique

I'm out here posted feelin groovy

Smoking on palmas

Til I'm feelin woozy

Came up on tha dungeon

But i got respect for wu-tang

I be out here repping for tha A

Like it's a new thang

You can't be my girl but

I'm gon fuck u like my boo thang

I won't say it's big but

I do know that fucka do hang

Kicking it in mids but dey some airs

I feel like Liu Kang

Every time I meet a freak

She say I sound like 2 Chainz

I been holding back

And now I think they think I'm too tame

I can't see nobody

Man I think i need some new frames

Sipping with no chaser

Just the way my niggas do thangs

Came home drunk

On 85 in two lanes

Shawty followed me back to tha crib

And she got juicy

Asking me for hennessy

Or percacets and Dusse

I don't fuck wit none of that

But I do fuck wit Dusei

Thats my DJ pahtnuh

But you'd know that if you knew me

They been calling me Fah Shikadoh

It's not a new name

I'm gon shake this bitch up

Like some cheeks inside tha blue flame

Shout my nigga Vincent

Homie got a stupid shoe game

City In the Woods been on the come up

Now its due mane

Soufside, college park

Official as a whistle

Or official as the ref thats at the meet

That got a pistol

Had a freak so fine she should've

Changed her name to crystal

Or China

I miss her

Can't find her

Or just miss dat vagina

I'd know her from behind her

I tried to never mind her

That cat a champion

But as a brand it'd be designer

I'm baking while I'm cookin up

I might just set a timer

Got too high forgot

I was supposed to set reminders

The bud ain't sticky nigga

Til u need to use a grinder

If I eat it and she moanin

I call it dine and whiner

Thinking bout that wetness

So I guess I sit and ponder

Came up round some country folk

Who still say over yonder

I was there when all them niggas

Stole somebody Honda

And jumped up out that bitch

And left the police

Out to wander

I done learned

The shut you miss the most

Is what u squandered

I low key miss the west

But I don't mean the son of Donda

Came a long way from motel 6's and Ramadas

Stacking old chips

We piling up Estradas

I want the chimichangas, tamales

And empanadas

If I cannot have it all

Don't think I'm coming back with nada

Back in 1987,I gotta thank my mom

We aynt always been good

But we healing over time

Read her my first poem

My very first rhyme

I been had to watch my sister

Since 1989

I said 1987,I gotta thank my pops

I said I wanna rap and he aunt never tell me stop

Read him my first rap

He was on my first drop

And you know I got them three

The day I reach the fuckin top

Twan J

One, nine

Eight, seven