Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One of Us, artist - ChelloDate of issue: 13.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
One of Us |
| Hiro |
| Walk away |
| In a summer rain |
| And know that loneliness |
| Is all you gain |
| Uh, we money |
| This our night |
| Chello, what up nigga? |
| Uh, 'Mone, I see you |
| Yeah, we gon' fuck 'em up one time |
| Yeah, smooth, uh, uh |
| Neck and wrist be glistinin', that’s water, uh |
| Thinkin' how far we came from that corner, uh |
| Same hoes used to curb me, they all turned to stalkers |
| I got a plan to turn my goons to bosses, Lambos, we don’t do the Porsches |
| Niggas fake, got lane switched, still here, who I came with |
| Tryna get the game rich, now let’s get back to basics |
| 'Member nights my stomach touched, nobody had love for us |
| Ds was outside huntin', don’t come 'round here like you one of us |
| Workin' overtime, sippin' fine wine when it’s dinnertime (Uh) |
| Currently beefin' with a friend of mine (Haha) |
| I hate to do some shit that I regret |
| 'Cause my conscious never steered me wrong yet |
| They on the steps, I’m plottin' on a check to get a jet from out the 'jects |
| But we skip over the love to get respect, my nigga let’s |
| Talk more money and less stress, my address |
| Is one-five-nine and dollar sign in the flesh |
| You lookin' at the motherfuckin' best, nigga (Fuckin' best, nigga) |
| Step out your circle, be my motherfuckin' guest, nigga (Be my motherfuckin' |
| guest, nigga) |
| I talk dirty to you dirty niggas |
| Act like you woke, I’m at your throat at 7:30, nigga |
| Since corduroys beepin' corner boys played the corner store |
| With a quarter-water tryna knock a quarter off |
| What you corny niggas talkin' for? |
| I’m talkin' raw to the CB4, don’t make me pop out like a CD door |
| Neck and wrist be glistinin', that’s water, uh |
| Thinkin' how far we came from that corner, uh |
| Same hoes used to curb me, they all turned to stalkers |
| I got a plan to turn my goons to bosses, Lambos, we don’t do the Porsches |
| Niggas fake, got lane switched, still here, who I came with |
| Tryna get the game rich, now let’s get back to basics |
| 'Member nights my stomach touched, nobody had love for us |
| Thieves was outside huntin', don’t come 'round here like you one of us |
| Prices on my head so the coupe dropped, dollars in tube socks |
| I’m tryna dodge the rain, but ain’t no shade on this rooftop |
| Did my thang in the boondocks, wildin' since my stoop hop |
| Was too hot, stuffin' nine shells in the ooh-wop |
| For saints, it was craftmatic servin' all the smack addicts |
| Hustle like a Mexican amigi im from that fabric |
| Two birds in the Jansport, we some different backpackers |
| Soon as I leave the stu', I’m hittin' the trap like, «What's the mathematics?» |
| Been savin' since the playground, 'cause I was taught to stay down |
| Plottin' on a Royce, start shootin' in the Wraith now |
| Bust down for you to come 'round, politickin' uptown |
| Price is kinda high, I’m tryna see how I can shut down |
| Family is tradition, swore to stay committed |
| To the motherfuckin' grind so I’m rarely in the trenches |
| Still kick it with my dogs even if it’s rare to get a visit |
| I’m nothin' like these rappers, don’t compare me to them niggas |
| Gone |
| Neck and wrist be glistinin', that’s water, uh |
| Thinkin' how far we came from that corner, uh |
| Same hoes used to curb me, they all turned to stalkers |
| I got a plan to turn my goons to bosses, Lambos, we don’t do the Porsches |
| Niggas fake, got lane switched, still here, who I came with |
| Tryna get the game rich, now let’s get back to basics |
| 'Member nights my stomach touched, nobody had love for us |
| Ds was outside huntin', don’t come 'round here like you one of us |