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Joell Ortiz

One Day

 

One Day

(альбом: Autograph - 2021)


Was In my room turning up my radio, turning up my radio
I was staying up real late, early a.m. flow
Tissue paper top of cassette, just tryna tape the show
Hope they play some new freestyles, I need some crazy flows

Last dude they played just sucked, straight felacccio
How they even play that song, he had to pay them yo...
One day they gon' play my song, watch how cray it go
I been writing rhymes so long, I can't wait to blow

I don't wanna sell this shit, it's getting wack to me
Tired of having panic attacks, when they in back of me
Praying they don't pull me over, throw the Gat to me
Right after they pop that trunk and find a factory

The other night my man got knocked, he said they asked for me
Yesterday Leroy got shot, these niggas after me
Gotta make this rap shit pop, or it's a wrap for me
I'm Meeting this producer tomorrow, he got some tracks for me

I hope his beats good
I hope his studio ain't in the wrong hood
Cause One Day
I hope his beats good
I hope his studio ain't in the wrong hood
Cause One Day

I Dedicate this verse to Stretch Armstrong, a disc jockey that
Let me on his radio show, just cause I could rap
A teenager on Hot 97, wit the stocking cap
And only carfare in my jeans, but my pockets fat

Due to folded notebook paper, I would write a lot
Document my life on them lines let the pilot jot
Down whatever came to my mind, like that time I got
Out that House Party in time, before they fired shots

Put my man inside of that box or the night I dropped
Kemiya off in front of her crib, they killed Kemiya pops
A hour later right on that block, in front the tire shop
The first time I told that story, was right now I got

So much more to tell to my pen, I think it's wild that I
Been through so much and all that I fear... A case of writers block
I came a mighty long way... Rhyming in the hallway...
Feels like just yesterday, I would say...

I hope his beats good
I hope his studio ain't in the wrong hood
Cause One Day
I hope his beats good
I hope his studio ain't in the wrong hood
Cause One Day

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