This is a song about "The number 1"

1:06 // verse 1: girl with the long hair, i wrote you a song prayer

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Labs creating a deadly disease the lucky number 3 freemason technicality

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

He even made me feel like he the number 1 newbie

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I swooped up the number 1 pick like i had the scoop from the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Rule number one eliminate the competition

Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

All the way to day 1, blank canvas

The way she walks and causes a fuss