Be The One

Yelawolf

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    I’m not sure if you’re aware or not but I’m Illuminati
    We controlling the minds of all the youth
    Shady, the evil empire
    Yeah you got me pegged motherfucker
    You got me, fuck y’all

    [Verse 1: Yelawolf]
    Man people really got me confused, what did I do?
    Outside being a human being seeing my dreams through?
    Never did shit to nobody but invite them out to my party
    Get’em drunk and maybe even tell them a story or two
    Some think I’m Illuminati ‘cuz I’m a light in the dark
    Lookin’ for masonic symbols inside of my body art
    That’s hilarious Marshall, what the fuck you do to these folks?
    Crazy motherfuckers tryin’ to put me and you in the boat
    With Royce da 5’9”, Crooked I, Budden and Joell
    But I’m on this ship and I don’t give a shit, oh well
    I see the storm, let the boat sail
    And I’m on deck but the rain pourin’ off my raincoat tails
    They see God in me ‘cuz I know Hell
    They see the criminal inside of me probably ‘cuz I broke jail
    But my soul is not on wholesale
    And when I die, my people will be cryin’ the first
    No? Well look

    [Hook]
    If I’m gonna be the one, then everybody comes to one
    Then I guess the battle has begun, fuck it then, let’s have some fun
    ‘Cuz I promise I will never run, never run from what I’ve become
    ‘Cuz all that dumb shit that I’ve done, built me up to make me the one

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    [Verse 2: Yelawolf]
    Jesus Christ sittin’ passenger with the .45
    Turn the page, I got a new way to earn in pay
    Stickin’ bitches up with a crucifix while Lucifer sits
    With a Vice Magazine, burning every page
    Well I guess it’s my turn to play
    The wildcard of Shady’s clique and new world order’ll play
    Talkin’ shit, yeah that’s sorta gay
    But I ain’t homophobic; I punch a homo like I punch a man
    No way, are you serious?
    Claiming that I got hipsters brainwashed and they all coming to my show
    But if you took a moment and took my dick out your mouth
    You would see all the versatility on the front row
    I convert, revert people to desert
    People who miss being them people of Wolf, go home
    And if you’re 'bout it enough, anybody doubtin’
    They come to the Circle of Psychos and you be done
    So look

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: Yelawolf]
    The one gathering people, some people think that I’m king
    Some people think that I’m trash, some people shout and they scream
    Don’t bother me, I’m a survivor, I’m alive and livin’ my dream
    In a microwave society I’m a steady stream
    Don’t need no validation from any cultural thieves
    No magazines or blogs or anybody who don’t believe
    If you’re behind the camera, than just point it at me
    ‘Cuz I’ll be making this movie and you’re just making a scene, check it
    Missy Eliot gave me a shot and I love her for it
    I wasn’t ready, I should have waited, but when you poor
    And you got a two year old baby and one on the way
    You be crazy to see opportunity at your door and ignore it
    So you lookin’ back and callin’ me whack and ho for
    When all I wanted to do was get my kids out that apartment
    And that’s important
    And I went from not having a home, to everything I owned up in storage
    I made a sacrifice any daddy would make
    ‘Cuz I cannot stand and look when they look into daddy’s face
    When the government picked away at every penny that I made
    I had to borrow money to get my son a fuckin’ birthday cake
    Yeah, I guess that’s a hard balance to weigh
    Chase the rap game, or manage a subway
    Well I suck at making a sandwich and rappin’ don’t get me paid
    But if I stick to then I’ll get through with it someday
    I’ll be the one, you can talk shit about me
    I’ll be the one that you think is a part of some fucked up cult
    I’ll be the one you can hate
    But

    [Hook]

    [Outro: Yelawolf]
    I ain’t mad motherfucker
    It’s that new church, I be pastor
    What’s up Wolf pack? Secret sermon started
    Open up this rhyme book, give you some motherfucking quotables

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