This One's For You (Album Version)

This One's For You (Album Version)

Young Jeezy

[Chorus]
I'm blowin' good yeah I smoke it by the song,
And when them niggas call I don't pick up my phone
Niggas acting like broads make me pick up my tone,
I had a lil' time so I wrote a lil' song.
Yeah this one's for you fuck niggas, fuck niggas
Yeah I'm talkin' bout them fuck niggas, fuck niggas
Yeah this one's for you fuck niggas, fuck niggas
Yeah I'm talkin' bout them fuck niggas, them fuck niggas
Yeah this one's for you

I'm high as Southwest, Jizzle when your flight land,
I don't know bitch I might fly to england
Hit the highway with the change, yeah the change man
I dun it my way with them thangs, changed the game plan
Had these niggas tellin' lies, they just sound true
Nigga if you had it like that I would've found you
I'm tryna cash out a hundred let me get a buck
Bitch they'll be just like you nigga fake as fuck
Get em home and they probably all sheet rock
They sellin' bullshit fuckin' up the street stock
You living mine and yours thats a double dip
That synthetic ass shit we call it double whip
And nigga nothing beat the cross but the double cross
I ran the streets and rap bitch I'mma double boss
Them niggas cashed out one I sent a double off
They knocked him off halfway I took a double loss

[Chorus]

Let's put these niggas on the stand, now stand up and be a man
Raise your hand and swear you weren't my number one fan
And I'm still that same nigga, you still that same nigga
But at the same time, I'm starting to get bad vibes
What I owe you sumthin' nigga, that's what you act like
I ain't like them other niggas boy, you betta act right
The first few years of your deal ride your training wheels
And then you graduate and live how real niggas live
And I ain't dissin', naw, I ain't dissin'
But when you sit back and listen, this what the rap game's is missin'
I'm used to thug niggas, it's too many young niggas with.
Too much of liquor, too many drugs in em, too many clicks, too much swag nigga,
Too many niggas wearing tight shirts and skinnies, walking round with they ass out
Y'all betta cash out, gon' put your cash up
Because I'm all in and if I don't win nigga, I'mma mask up

[Chorus]

Hardest part of life niggas cant play they role
Everybody wanna ride the train, don't wanna pay the toll
Keep it going young, boy you on a role
Hoe nigga magazine, you the centerfold
You can check the resume, nigga I'm good as gold
Lawn chair ass niggas all they do is fold
Nigga you talkin' with emotions, you emotional
You might can get a lil' light, feelin promotional
Tell me what cha see when you lookin' in the mirror
Look as this hoe as nigga, I couldn't said it clearer
And you the same nigga that started up this jewelry game
And when you see him nowadays the nigga jewelry lame
Ain't got it by now, nigga you ain't got it
And why you talkin' like that cause bitch you ain't bout it
And nigga how ya doin' now, worst then before
And bitch we winning over here, I've been keeping score.

[Chorus]

Written by Jenkins, Jay / Kearney, Antoine / Young, Maurice / Ellerbee, Demetrius
Published by EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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