One Dae - Take A Look Around lyrics

rate me

I know this dude named Eddy

Had a semiautomatic tech and a machete

Used to cop wait for him

Who? He was friendly

Had the same beef with this dude I wanna bury

African cat, told him how to smoke ganja

Funny style and fucked up head

His head was bogus

He tried to play me on some hating on day shit

Sucker punch right down in the face

I ran away quick

My man Jason just sat there

He didn't chase him

I'm like what the fuck,

You let him get away, son?

My finger in the air like

All y'all is gay, son

The reason why I been One Dae since day one

This whole time this Portorican bitch

Laughing at my bloody lip

Lucky I ain't slap on some ugly shit

Thought that she was in the whip

Trip, that's a funny shit

Last week I holler at this bitch and some other chick

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Take a look around, this is my life

These are my friends,

Wander why I'm holding a knife?

This is a gun, you wonder why I'm pocking it back?

This where I live, you wonder why I'm talking like that?

I went to school with this dude, Black Larry

Used to cut class, burn hells, he was pallie

Even wrapped with his fat cousin, and fat buggin'

Fat gold chain, he like "man, what you pumping?"

I'm like "what, yo? I ain't a punk", so we laughin'

He wasn't really cool like that

It was just rappin'

The One Dae, aye, yo, bustin', what happen?

His cousin, Stocky Brian, Spanish Mickey with glasses

Try getting tough with me, cause they knew I had my stuff with me

But I ain't even cut a gutter for a buck fifty

I try back and I'm down with one hand

Brian start swingin' his hands, nothin' land

I duck one, turn around and I look

Little Mickey grab my book bag

Shooking it up, damn, you motherfuckers get ... in school

Lucky you ain't seen me creein' in an ... with tools

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Knew this Damien, flap top cat, a cool character

Q P's and Berkeley cheap, go get a gat for ya

I used to meet him south station to Ashmouth

Damien was like Wolverine, hiding his stash paw

I knew it, but I never was one to listen to it

I bought sisty with no crew

What the fuck I'm doin'?

I see my man Shawn, he usually call

From fifth grade, but today he look unusually awed

Face drain, like he got a lot f shit on his brain

He didn't even say what's up

He didn't see me, but hey

I didn't really think it's nothing, kept steadily steppin'

Next day I found out he put a skep to his melon

Heard he called his man Jahmills with the funny arms boggin'

Counted backwards from ten, and then he bucked it

Now that's some fuck shit

he wasn't the type

To be ball cat, thirty, go pro, that's nice

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