Z-Ro, Lyrical 187 - One Day lyrics

(one day) , I'ma be a star
See me on the block
Hundred thousand dollar cars
(but today) , I'm still on the grind
A hustler gotta hustle
If he think he gon shine
(these street hoes) , wanna give me sex
At the same time, I got em on the X
(fo' life) , 1-8-7 a gorilla till I die
I keep a pistol on my side, when I ride
(one day)

One day you gon see me
In a drop top Bentley or a
What's the name, with a big screen TV in it
Sitting sideways, eyes blazed from green
I'm bout to hit them highways
Put my face on the scene
It's 1-8-7 already, you ain't heard of me yet
I'm bout to take this game over
Y'all ain't sure of me yet
I'm out that dirty South
I represent them Southernly ways
Them big chicken thighs
And grilled out trying to get paid
On the block or in the booth
I'm still grinding the same
I want a big body with big wheels
In my big driveway
One day I'ma ball, take my family to the mall
Spend bout fifty grand
And never give a second thought at all
Holla y'all if you feel me
Got plans of building a whole neighborhood
For my people's and they futures
And really it's musical
Or daily pharmecuticals
I'ma make it happen one day, huh

2K3 god damn, it's off the clock these days
They doing way more
Than just giving up the twat now-a day's
Any broad these days, probably go both ways
And that's ok by me
As long as daddy get to play
Me and herb, a quarter pound and the bottle
In a presidential suite
On the strip in Nevada
On the sands in Quasmel, naked on the beach
All up in the club with me
Trying to holla at freaks
I can see big thangs
Rubbing elbows with fame baby Hummer limos
Like I'm a star in the game
Say my name, and the crowd goes crazy
I step up to the stage
With my bald head eyes red blazed
Spit fire, they both can make lava
Never, has there been another like me
Presidential Boyz, GIN representer to the end
These boys, gon respect me

They say money
Is the key to success and happiness
Without that paper
All you have is hard times and stress
Don't bless
With the comfort of never struggling
Could never understand
The ones that suffer the
Ones that gotta hustle
The ones that gotta bleed the block
The ones that have not
The ones who mama ain't at home
And daddy on lock
The baby cuz with the baby girl
Stuck on they side
Two young for unemployment line
Too young to be wise
Now put this on your mama lie
That dollar I chase em
With the mentality I have
When I catch em I'ma wake em
And take em for all I can
And everything she got
It took a lot of nuts
For me to get to this spot
And I want my watch and rings
The cars the cribs to bling
Even if I have to make some ends, man fuck it
I'm down for whatever
I gotta do to get the truck
And I'm rolling with my tools, in the trunk