I Am One of a Kind - Brooklyn World Lyrics

We in here
We don't plan on going anywhere
Got the drive
So we plan on being everywhere
Never heard
Better open your ears bro
OOAK is the team
So you better get in tune though
Music is a feeling
They say you better kill it
Beat dying every second
Put your hands up toward the ceiling
The style we have, deceiving
You never see us coming
5'8 stalky
Brown eyed bandit
Pen sick talent
Rap sing balanced
God's son truly
Walk green pastures
Ain't none like me
Phenom Cp (Let's go)
We wanna keep you moving
We winning, never losing
We made a lot of lefts
And now we got it right
CP's the name
I Got no time for games
Never chasing fame
I do this for the love
My family and music
My savior up above
The beat is talking to me
It singing to my soul
I write to any beat
R and B to rock and roll
This is godly gift
I'm totally in control
We in here
We don't plan on going anywhere
Got the drive
So we plan on being everywhere
Never heard
Better open your ears bro
OOAK is the team
So you better get in tune though
Whatever you want
Just talk, rapping, an anthem, a war cry come on get your answers
Calling out to the decedents the crips, black panthers
Bloods, guardians angels group that's gonna stand up
Like you don't know what's going on in America
Killing off minority's just like we are a cancer
First it was don't shoot you had to put your hands up
Now they'll kill you for doing nothing but being black one
Or brown one or just different
They're trying exterminate anything alters there system
So keeping us down to the bottom
Is the mission
Put your hands up
Keep your damn fist clenched
Talk is cheap
It'll never get you rich quick
Build w yours
Stack up
Keep it consistent
Build a legacy for my damn grandkids kids
We in here
We don't plan on going anywhere
Got the drive
So we plan on being everywhere
Never heard
Better open your ears bro
OOAK is the team
So you better get in tune though
I remember writing verses for fun now it's a new day
Niggas making anything up to get the Big Pay
That Be the new way
To get that Bread
They do whatever for the fame just to get them ahead
Hip hops dead
Yeah I Agree with what nas said
Now I bet these little niggas wanna fill me with lead
Yup
Having your own mind them Kids can't take
They get along with everybody yeah them niggas is fake
That's not my make
I move on my own For god sake
Varnell hill I got the cat fish in the lake
Martin how can I get to the yams that's what I'm bout
I Ain't dying in the hood just to get a little clout
I want the cars and house with the court out back
Cookouts with Fam and Friends yeah we got that yack
Go to the bank to get my little daughter a stack
Tell her to give her brother Half that's a harris' fact
We in here
We don't plan on going anywhere
Got the drive
So we plan on being everywhere
Never heard
Better open your ears bro
OOAK is the team
So you better get in tune though