I'm The One
MOSTACK Lyrics
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(Hazard)
I'm the one they hate, I'm the one they wanna beef
I'm the one they pay, I'm the one they wanna see
I'm the one they lying 'bout, one women cryin' 'bout
Feds wanna find me out, see me with the firearm
I'm the one she never wants to let down
I'm the one, I ain't worried 'bout two
You ain't gotta stay, I ain't worried 'bout you
I'm the one that's marga, two-man Gaza
Free my brother, fuckin' farmer
Five-O roll up, six man ran off
Seven man get jealous
They get ate like jollof
Star nine let off, ten man dead off
Still got gyal that I can't get rid of
Still got gyal that I can't get ahead off
Still got gyal that I can't spend bread on
Gyal, gyal, they calling me hubby
Yard gyal love to come play with the buddy
This is a Rolex, I paid with it money
The first one I had I did take from a dummy
Blatantly cruddy, makin' the money
Cake in my tummy, raised in a hurry
Girl, I don't even know where you come from
I just hope that it's somewhere in London
I'm the one they hate, I'm the one they wanna beef
I'm the one they pay, I'm the one they wanna see
I'm the one they lying 'bout, one women cryin' 'bout
Feds wanna find me out, see me with the firearm
I'm the one she never wants to let down
I'm the one she wanna tell her friends 'bout
I'm the one, I ain't worried 'bout two
You ain't gotta stay, I ain't worried 'bout you
I'm the one that's wrecky, wrecky
Bare gyal get tekky, tekky
One wap like Fetty, Fetty
Man get popped like they see confetti
Really from the block don't you see graffiti
Penthouse top you can see the city
This could be us but I know she ain't money
She can't get me I'm too bouj' and bossy
I say no to the hottest hotty
What's the stress for?
Mixed race gyal, black and white like a chess board
I'm thinking ahead more
Gave my old girl a pipe, now I'm exhaust
Yo, these guys don't want pies, that's what Z for
Riding with guns, my timin' is nuts
Pretty girl told me, "It's that time of the month"
So I turn my car 'round and went right to my drum
'Cause I ain't got time for no hugs
Yo, I talk with the money, you talk with your mouth
You talk with your jewelry, I talk with my house
What you talkin' about? I ball in and out
Got an album of the year, give a fuck if you doubt
'Cause man break rules, man move loose
Fuck around with who? You get taped like Zeus
What's the stress for?
LV bag looking like a chessboard
More money, less talk
I'm the one they hate, I'm the one they wanna beef
I'm the one they pay, I'm the one they wanna see
I'm the one they lying 'bout, one women cryin' 'bout
Feds wanna find me out, see me with the firearm
I'm the one she never wants to let down
I'm the one she wanna tell her friends 'bout
I'm the one, I ain't worried 'bout two
You ain't gotta stay, I ain't worried 'bout you
In “I’m the One” by MOSTACK featuring Steel Banglez and Hazard, the lyrics illuminate the rapper’s robust confidence and unapologetic lifestyle. As the title suggests, MOSTACK declares himself to be the center of attention, both positively and negatively. He is the one that people hate, pay, and want to see, and he is also the subject of lies and tears. The reference to the feds wanting to find him with a firearm suggests that his lifestyle is risky, but he remains unafraid.
He boasts about being the object of desire for women, and his cavalier attitude about them shows his detachment from any romantic attachments. He also references his success with money as shown through his Rolex and being bouj’ and bossy. The second verse’s references to violence and drugs are more ominous, with a nod to street culture with a mention of graffiti. However, as in the rest of the song, it is clear that MOSTACK is hardly bothered by the danger he faces. Despite his braggadocious tonality, the lyrics are compelling and offer insight into the life of a young person who is confident, carefree, and living on the edge.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm the one they hate, I'm the one they wanna beef
People don't like me and want to fight me
I'm the one they pay, I'm the one they wanna see
People may hate me, but they still want to watch me and pay to see me
I'm the one they lying 'bout, one women cryin' 'bout
I'm being lied about and causing women to cry
Feds wanna find me out, see me with the firearm
Law enforcement wants to catch me with a gun
I'm the one she never wants to let down
The girl doesn't want to disappoint me
I'm the one she wanna tell her friends 'bout
She wants to brag to her friends about being with me
I'm the one, I ain't worried 'bout two
I'm focused on myself and not concerned with anyone else
You ain't gotta stay, I ain't worried 'bout you
If you don't want to be around me, I'm not bothered
I'm the one that's marga, two-man Gaza
I'm hard and tough
Free my brother, fuckin' farmer
I want my brother released from jail
Five-O roll up, six man ran off
Police came, and six people scattered
Seven man get jealous They get ate like jollof
Seven guys got jealous and were dealt with
Star nine let off, ten man dead off
A gun shot, and ten men were killed
Still got gyal that I can't get rid of
I still have girls who won't leave me alone
Still got gyal that I can't get ahead off
I'm not making any progress with certain girls
Still got gyal that I can't spend bread on
I can't afford to spend money on certain girls
Gyal, gyal, they calling me hubby
Girls are calling me their husband
Yard gyal love to come play with the buddy
Jamaican girls love to have sex with me
This is a Rolex, I paid with it money
The Rolex watch I'm wearing was bought with my own money
The first one I had I did take from a dummy
I stole my first Rolex watch
Blatantly cruddy, makin' the money
I make money in a dirty way
Cake in my tummy, raised in a hurry
I have a lot of money and was raised quickly
Girl, I don't even know where you come from
I don't know where this girl is from
I just hope that it's somewhere in London
I hope she's from London
I'm the one that's wrecky, wrecky
I'm reckless and wild
Bare gyal get tekky, tekky
I have sex with a lot of girls
One wap like Fetty, Fetty
I have a gun and will use it
Man get popped like they see confetti
People get shot, and it looks like confetti
Really from the block don't you see graffiti
I'm really from the city, as evidenced by the graffiti
Penthouse top you can see the city
I have a luxurious penthouse with a view of the city
This could be us but I know she ain't money
I could be in a relationship, but the girl isn't wealthy enough for me
She can't get me I'm too bouj' and bossy
I'm too high-class and in charge for her
I say no to the hottest hotty
I reject the hottest, most attractive girls
What's the stress for?
Why are you worried or stressed?
Mixed race gyal, black and white like a chess board
The girl has a mixed race background
I'm thinking ahead more
I'm planning for the future
Gave my old girl a pipe, now I'm exhaust
I provided drugs for my ex-girlfriend, and now I'm tired
Yo, these guys don't want pies, that's what Z for
These guys aren't interested in making money
Riding with guns, my timin' is nuts
I carry firearms and my timing is perfect
Pretty girl told me, 'It's that time of the month'
A girl I'm involved with told me she's on her period
So I turn my car 'round and went right to my drum
I left to go home and masturbate instead of having sex with her
'Cause I ain't got time for no hugs
I don't have time for affection or emotional connections
Yo, I talk with the money, you talk with your mouth
I communicate through wealth, and you communicate through words
You talk with your jewelry, I talk with my house
You show off your jewelry, and I show off my home
What you talkin' about? I ball in and out
I'm successful both in and out of the game
Got an album of the year, give a fuck if you doubt
I have the best album of the year, and I don't care what anyone else thinks
'Cause man break rules, man move loose
I break the rules and live carelessly
Fuck around with who? You get taped like Zeus
Don't mess with me or you'll be dealt with like Zeus
LV bag looking like a chessboard
My Louis Vuitton bag has a checkered pattern
More money, less talk
I'd rather make money than engage in idle conversation
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Marvin Bailey, Naseem Shah, Pahuldip Sandhu, Samuel Montell
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