Lyrics Yungeen Ace & FastMoney Goon – Not The One | New Today Lyrics

verse 1: yungeen ace
Call of duty in these streets, but this is not for fun
Why them niggas inside? cause they comin’ for em
Nigga watch how you lookin, i guarantee you don’t want no problem
But in the streets, killers livin’ good, all these bodies they cannot solve
Rob all the rappers, nah we ain’t brothers, what the fuck these niggas thought
Oh, you ain’t goin’ for it, why you actin’ gangster, make my killers draw the chalk
While i’m up on the stage, you reach for my chain, them choppas they comin’ behind me
Let’s sit the lil’ boy, put two to his brain, his soul is way (?)
Got locked in that cell, he told on his boy, he wasn’t ready for that time
If them crackers, they comin’, you know that i’m runnin’ somewhere where they can’t find me
You know i can’t trip about that shit, when we on defence i send a blitz
When i say go, they go get (?)

chorus: yungeen ace
I can feel the pressure when it’s on, it’s way too hot in here
I can feel the tension in this room but i got the stick in here
Rk wish a nigga play
Bookbag on zip with a baby k
I don’t take it politely, watch what you say
Shots ringing out, shots to his face
Bitch i stand my ground, who the fuck i’m runnin’ from
Bitch i chase you down, the only time i run
Anybody can get it, that’s why i keep a gun
I ain’t none of these niggas, i swear i’m not the one

verse 2: fastmoney goon
Nigga say he gon’ kill my ass, imma see him about it
If you ain’t livin that shit that you claim in your raps, i don’t really wanna be around you
Everybody got hit but i don’t know nun so don’t ask me about it
First time he got grazed but i bet you anything next time he gon’ be a body
Talk about it, better be about it
Feeling tension everywhere i go
But i ain’t fearin’ anyone of you niggas
I’m at attention clutchin’ on my pole
I don’t fuck with anyone of you niggas
Truth be told these rappers hoes
I might get on some rico shit and strip you niggas out your clothes
I don’t got to speak on murder
The world knows my niggas kill
And imma die behind them
If they say fuck you, that’s what it is
Got all these killers on the gram, man y’all can’t be for real
When (?), we don’t send no tweets, we gon’ leave him in the streets for real

chorus: yungeen ace
I can feel the pressure when it’s on, it’s way too hot in here
I can feel the tension in this room but i got the stick in here
Rk wish a nigga play
Bookbag on zip with a baby k
I don’t take it politely, watch what you say
Shots ringing out, shots to his face
Bitch i stand my ground, who the fuck i’m runnin’ from
Bitch i chase you down, the only time i run
Anybody can get it, that’s why i keep a gun
I ain’t none of these niggas, i swear i’m not the one