Z-Ro - One Day lyrics

rate me

(feat. Lyrical 187)

[Hook:]

(one day), I'ma be a star

See me on the block, hundred thousand dollar cars

(but today), I'm still on the grind

A hustler gotta hustle, if he think he gon shine

(these street hoes), wanna give me sex

At the same time, I got em on the X

(fo' life), 1-8-7 a gorilla till I die

I keep a pistol on my side, when I ride (one day)

[Lyrical 187:]

One day you gon see me, in a drop top Bentley or a

What's the name, with a big screen TV in it

Sitting sideways, eyes blazed from green

I'm bout to hit them highways, put my face on the scene

It's 1-8-7 already, you ain't heard of me yet

I'm bout to take this game over, y'all ain't sure of me yet

I'm out that dirty South, I represent them Southernly ways

Them big chicken thighs, and grilled out trying to get paid

On the block or in the booth, I'm still grinding the same

I want a big body with big wheels, in my big driveway

One day I'ma ball, take my family to the mall

Spend bout fifty grand, and never give a second thought at all

Holla y'all if you feel me, got plans of building

A whole neighborhood, for my people's and they futures

And really it's musical, or daily pharmecuticals

I'ma make it happen one day, huh

[Hook]

[Lyrical 187:]

2K3 god damn, it's off the clock these days

They doing way more, than just giving up the twat now-a-day's

Any broad these days, probably go both ways

And that's ok by me, as long as daddy get to play

Me and herb, a quarter pound and the bottle

In a presidential suite, on the strip in Nevada

On the sands in Quasmel, naked on the beach

All up in the club with me, trying to holla at freaks

I can see big thangs, rubbing elbows with fame

Baby Hummer limos, like I'm a star in the game

Say my name, and the crowd goes crazy

I step up to the stage, with my bald head eyes red blazed

Spit fire, they both can make lava

Never, has there been another like me

Presidential Boyz, G.I.N. representer to the end

These boys, gon respect me

[Hook]

[Lyrical 187:]

They say money, is the key to success and happiness

Without that paper, all you have is hard times and stress

Don't bless, with the comfort of never struggling

Could never understand, the ones that suffer the ones that gotta hustle

The ones that gotta bleed the block, the ones that have not

The ones who mama ain't at home, and daddy on lock

The baby cuz with the baby girl, stuck on they side

Two young for unemployment line, too young to be wise

Now put this on your mama lie, that dollar I chase em

With the mentality I have, when I catch em I'ma wake em

And take em for all I can, and everything she got

It took a lot of nuts, for me to get to this spot

And I want my watch and rings, the cars the cribs to bling

Even if I have to make some ends, man fuck it

I'm down for whatever, I gotta do to get the truck

And I'm rolling with my tools, in the trunk

[Hook]