One, one into the two, two into the three, three into the four
We are wanting more, we are wanting more, we are wanting war, we are wanting war, what did you come for
Four, four into the three, three into the two, two into the one
You are all done, you are all done, Guess whose got the gun, Guess whose got the gun, Bitch you better run

The illest one out by any comparison
It’s like trying to talk to Crocker… about wrestling
Maybe I should really start taking my medicine
I won’t let you down though, I’ve got too much invested in
I come through like I’m driving an army tank
And please quit asking, I’m done with that army skank
I only sell Reggie, but I smoke the purple dank
I’d rather drive high, than to be on that purple drink
I know my limit, and no I haven’t reached it
And if the sky’s the limit, then I’ve been done peaked it
I pray to God someone gets my mixtape and leaks it
Say you understand it, and this time you really mean it
White kids will claim they know me, give me dap, and call me homie
But its my brothers from another mother that sat back and told me
Just do you fam, nobody’s seen your struggle
Now do what you do best and get on your hustle, just remember its

One, one into the two, two into the three, three into the four
We are wanting more, we are wanting more, we are wanting war, we are wanting war, what did you come for
Four, four into the three, three into the two, two into the one
You are all done, you are all done, Guess whose got the gun, Guess whose got the gun, Bitch you better run

I’ve been doing a little thinking and been doing a lot of drinking
Maybe grab a back pack and hop a train this evening
Take the disc up to ‘Kiss around the New York area
Cause where I’m from, if you rap, I’ll bury ya
It’s scary brah, my mind’s playing tricks on me
Since I’ve walked on the floor, I think the hits on me
Know I’m only here to make history
Call Kathy Bates, I’m a re-write misery
Everywhere I turn, I got to turn down my music
Why can’t you just vibe and listen while we’re cruising
Why do I care about somebody that’s losing
If your going to open your mouth, at least say something amusing
Patience I’m losing, MTV’s boiling points
Roll a joint, shut the fuck up, cause you know you suck punk
Time is up chump, you can call it a night
Just nod your fucking head cause you know that the songs tight, as I say

One, one into the two, two into the three, three into the four
We are wanting more, we are wanting more, we are wanting war, we are wanting war, what did you come for
Four, four into the three, three into the two, two into the one
You are all done, you are all done, Guess whose got the gun, Guess whose got the gun, Bitch you better run