The One - Jarren Benton, Demrick

Yeah, bitch it’s the king, crown me like I’m prince Hakeem

These niggas talkin' sideways like they gon' lynch my team

Bitches throw the pussy thinking they gon' spend my CREAM.

These hoes can’t

even get the lint that’s sitting in my jeans

Tec In The church

I bet they want the second it burst

My white bitch a dead head so I get neck in the hearse, Get it?

Such into

Hootie swag pistol in the Gucci bag

Old tray eight handle covered up with the Louie rag

Praise the lord Benton 9/11 Porsche spinning

Wine from Italy pop corks with divorced women

Send a prayer to all incarcerated Scarfaces

Niggas turn to track star when the Narcs' chase us

God shining like for brothers stuck in dark places

Rodents in the yard get shanked up with sharp razors

Gators' fit me like the pimp of the year

I throw a nigga off the plane and watch him flip from the

Labels raping niggas started waking niggas, bitch I came for dinner

I watch these rappers turn to bitches like they Kaitlyn Jenner

I need a bitch with a Kardashian ass

Hit that ass flat she better have Kardashian cash

When I smash, why these bitches wanna crash in the pad?

I got money to make, bitch you better grab you a cab

Salute to Staten Island, weapon in my army jacket linin'

Grim reaper marking all these corny faggots rhyming, Motherfucker

We don’t show no love to enemies

No mercy for those who wanna see they end of me

Head is the bread It’s the perfect recipe

Count my blessing every night before I sleep

Cause I’m the one, I’m the one

I’m the one, I’m the one

Ladies, rub your titties if you love hip-hop

I give a bitch the world if she know how to ride a stiff cock

Gucci ski-mask I make the coward run his wristwatch

OG Kush inside the ziplock we 'bout to twist Pac'

Grady baby, poverty make me crazy

Loan and disabilities mama could hardly raise me

My nIggas lIke a chemist in the kitchen

These bitches acting different and they feelings you don’t fuck with Mr.

Benton (Bitch)

Expensive mix, puking liquor In the kitchen sink

Gold on my teeth I make these peasants kiss these feet

Everything I drop is fire I don’t miss a beat

I’m out in Cali with my nigga Flick, Twist and Keith

My niggas hustle cuz' they job don’t care for feelings

«I'm with your BM in the Caiman Islands parasailing

Gold on me like Rick the Ruler I get the Moolah

Niggas plottin I lift the tool up and and split medullas

Boogeyman benton, rappers better run from the bully

Click, clIck, blaow, told that nigga to catch me outside

I’m Negan with Lucille, I’m bout' to bash out his eyes

Still Eastside, drugs got my brain refried

It’s that Wu killer shit swarming out the beehive

I bring the motherfucking ruckus, let the stainless touch 'em

These niggas softer than the center of a danish muffin

We don’t show no love to enemies

No mercy for those who wanna see they end of me

Head is the bread It’s the perfect recipe

Count my blessing every night before I sleep

Cause I’m the one, I’m the one

I’m the one, I’m the one