Eiji Yivera - Not the One Lyrics

Not the one
Not the one to be bitchin'
This is my man's ambition
Then I had a vision of me blowing my ammunition
Make a couple of moves, I'm in position
Knowing I'm just a shadow shaking a rattle, nobody listens
Fixing with proposition, Only condition
Teach the opportunist niggaz division 'cuz them niggaz is itching
And I'm looking to audit in every class, man don't get me started
Or you gettin' darted, dearly departed
I'm slowly guarding my weapons
Self lessons taught, charging through sessions
Shaking class acts, hours minutes and seconds
Decades in
Battered and shaken, was I mistaken
Or drunk in procrastination
Silenced and waiting
Is you hungry, starve when I'm waking
Fingers be aching
It's the bars and barriers we breaking
All for the taking
Then you witness life in the station
Destined a mental patient
There's no inauguration when killing's your occupation

Came up falling down
Came up falling down
Where would I be without you
Where would I be without you

Good luck to all of my rivals looking up to their idols
Knew you was chasing the paper, you reneged from the title
Of the truth you once claimed for a trade in the final
'Til the fire burns thin I represent revival
My rival, while I think independent you run as thin as linen
Jumping on anything winning or seeming so in the beginning
Or maybe I'm the one who's views have been tinted
I'm much offended
Condescended augment all relentless in all forgiveness
Age of the parlor business
Eager to place'em then you grow lethargic of the ink
Leaving no choice but to shake'em
Decades in
Tired and pacing, was I mistaken
Or blinded by envious casing
Solace in hating
But but busters is grabbing me
Lay my head on a fallacy where reasons' unreasonable and trashing my whole reality
Don't record in my station to jeopardize my probation
Ain't no time, I ain't patient
And killing's my occupation

Came up falling down
Came up falling down
Where would I be without you
Where would I be without you

Make you stand up
Not giving a f*ck then put your hands up
Yeah make you stand up
Keep lean in your cup then put your hands up
Make ya stand up
All the bad bitches gotta put yo hands
Make ya stand up
If you repping the Cov then put your hands up

Came up falling down
Came up falling down
Where would I be without you
Where would I be without you

We got to get back on track
I'mma need y'all to turn around
Now I don't really think they understood what you said
So break that down
One more time
Right now I'mma need you to take me to Spanish Harlem
Hey Bronx
Take us home

And that's four dollars and sixty cents for fourty one flavors
A real one running for my game, I don't need no savior
Chelsea knew I was the one
She gave me paper
Chelsea knows I'm the one
She gave me power