I’M THE ONE

[Intro]
Yeah…
They talk about “one of the best”…
Nah.
I’m THE one.

[Hook]
I’m the one they never wanted, now they beg for a verse,
I went from nothin’ on the board to puttin’ God in my work.
They can say what they want, but I’m still up next,
I don’t aim for top ten, I’m the golden check.

Every room that I step in, I’m the loudest threat,
Not ’cause I talk the most, ’cause I outdo the rest.
They can flex, they can front, they can fake success,
But when the beat come on, you know I’m the best.

[Verse 1]
Look—
I don’t need cosigns, I don’t need a stamp,
I was cookin’ in the dark while they begged for a ramp.
They was waitin’ on a call, I was buildin’ my lane,
Now they see me in the mirror every time that it rain.

I was broke with a pen, still wrote like a king,
Turned stress into hooks, turned pain into rings.
Every L that I took got flipped into fuel,
Now I burn through a beat like I’m breakin’ a rule.

They post, I practice. They hate, I stack this.
I don’t chase no trend, I outlast that madness.
They talk “next year,” I talk “right now,”
They rehearse their image, I just air shit out.

Every door that was locked, I kicked with a grin,
Every room that said “no,” now they’re tryna get in.
I don’t owe ’em a feature, I don’t owe ’em respect,
You ain’t grind in the dirt, you don’t shine with the best.

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I don’t fear no list, I don’t beg for a spot,
If you think you above me, then we lettin’ it rock.
Line ’em up, beat by beat, we can run that test,
Half of them fall off before we get to the next.

I’m the work you don’t see, I’m the nights with no sleep,
I’m the verse that you quote when you dive too deep.
I’m the “damn, run that back,” I’m the phone on repeat,
I’m the chills down your spine when the bassline speak.

They want fame, I want legacy, we not the same,
They want followers and clout, I want etchings in brains.
They want quick little wins, I want permanent flames,
So I play for the long run, they play for a frame.

I remember every doubt, every smirk, every joke,
Now I breathe on a track and it feels like smoke.
If you ain’t believe then, don’t cheer me now,
You ain’t clap for the climb, don’t pray for the crown.

[Hook]

[Bridge]
I don’t need your flowers, I plant my own,
Watered ’em with every tear, now the garden grown.
If I said I’m on the way, that was old news,
Now I’m here, front row, in my own shoes.

[Verse 3]
I’m the proof that the pressure make diamonds or dust,
I ain’t fold, I ain’t fade, I ain’t break, I ain’t rust.
So when I say I’m the best, it’s not just for the flex,
It’s ’cause I bled for this spot, not a goddamn guess.

So play who you want, run whatever you like,
But when you talk about killers on the beat at night,
Don’t stutter with my name, say it clean, say it blessed:
Cold Verse, no debate—
I’m the motherfuckin’ best.

[Outro]
Yeah.
They can argue in the comments, I don’t care who’s pressed.
They know what it is.
Say it with your chest:
I’m the best.

90s East Coast boom bap,gritty NY vibe, punchy drums,dirty bass,chopped soul/jazz samples,88–94 BPM,confident vocals