One shell

[jamaican male rapper]One shell away from bein laid down

Im hearin whispers in the wind But I can’t make um out

Cuz a thousand thousands tellin me something else

On a one way mission and I might not make it back

Fish tailin full of ambition

This thug tradition-

Never cease to surprise me Cuz I was raised in the mix

Caught up in the violence

They gettin killed for they kicks

Bloody knuckles my hustle never buckles So knuckle up

So Get down or be frowned

Cuz We Ain’t Got Time

for muthafuckin clowns (no what I’m sayin)

I’ll catch you on the rebound

In the clouds

(“Smokin doja”)

We on the run from the rollas

Smokin doja

Not giving aaaa fuck

“That’s what’s up !”

We in the jungle

lookin for trouble

Do you wanna see/see what my gun do

Come here come close

to see how we west coast

Killaaaaa California

A couple birds in my hand

I’m the man

Do you understand this is all part of the plan

A hundred grand

Got me feeling lovely

Sippin bubbly

Ain’t nothing but the thug in me(I know you love me)

Up early in the morning on a mission to ball

Anybody in my way gettin they brains on the wall

Ain’t playing little homies

We on some thug shit

Gone off a fifth ready to fuck my bitch

So stay out the way if you ain’t ready to put a muthafucka in the grave

West side killa Cali-fornia

Find your ass dripping on the corner