To the Beat - One Day

We steady rock for the lost causes

That flock, like what you got for us

Set it off like we got orders

Now we tryna take the show across borders

Lock up your scotch and your daughters

Shit on my off days, I could mop the floor

With most y’all so-called hot shot performers

You think you god’s gift, you can walk on water

A tall glass of water, what the doc ordered

I used to think I was a baller

What a shot caller

I would hit it, then not call her

Take a look at what that got for ya

Just to learn, locking down a good girl, that’s a tall order

You ain’t good enough, not for her

You a spin bowler, in the top order

That clear enough for ya?

That mean you outta your league

And what I speak get em out of their seats

And the beats keep on pounding when you out in the streets

You feel it down to your feet

Doubters can get down on their knees

Man it’s sweet, we out here for keeps, and for freaks

And for the music you can feel real deep

Know what I mean?

Used to scheme how to break through to the beat

Now the whole team make moves to the beat

Could never do what we do to the beat

We pay dues stay true to the beat

Mo fire add fuel to the beat

So you better play it cool to the beat

Cos their ain’t no rules to the beat

Cept we don’t suffer fools to the beat

True indeed

No six pack but I been strong

They call me the King Kong of sing song

Cos any track that Joyride been on

Turns rappers' careers to black

Like windows with the tint on

While your girl’s hitting on these white balls like it’s ping pong

That Ai Fukahara steez

While you sleeping cheap knock-offs like you Balinese

So I’m gonna have to ask you to pardon these nuts

While I put my team up

Well it seems One Day got the scene sussed

And Y’all just seem suss

And plus, we make it look easy bruz

Y’all ain’t fucking with us

Just lay back and chill, here’s some real shit for ya

Still I shot to kill when that real paranoia get into ya

Do you reckon I’d ever come in second when

One any given record I crimininally wreck it, record deals

Helped you afford those chrome wheels

But nobody in your ride knows how that drive feels

If you walk a mile in mine for real

You tryna escape a bushfire in higher heels

Ask yehiel if his homie’s been a live wire

Tryna climb skies higher than the ones that I admire

Your memory is random access, my memoirs be classic

Best bars on both hemispheres

Relax kid my team got it from here

And the next year, then next year, then next year

Find me listening to Santana, with my bad bitch

In Atlanta, talking my shit, oh grandma

I hope you wouldn’t mind my bad manners

But my dilemma, is we all addicted to that glamour

I came to get it motherfucker, did I stammer?

So get back in line lil amateur

It’s that time, yeah it’s that time

Oh is that the game?

well I think that’s mine

Better wind back the clocks if you want shit on rap time

Cause the future looking brighter than a fucking bat sign

Give it back?

Nein, no never, I’m so clever

No hablo, but I’ma push it like Pablo

Take a sip of agua, not trying to be aggro

You just gotta know I’m on a higher plateau

I’m down at Better Daze getting blazed with Raph though

Cook up a classic in an hour flat

Long as the clique bounce, man I’m proud of that

Cause who else we do it for?

I’m just trying to make you feel okay

Cause I know how strange these days be

And when you come around my way

You talk about how your life got crazy

But we gon work it out one day