Kanye West Ft. 2 Chainz, Big Sean & Marsha Ambrosius – The One Lyrics

"Kanye West Ft. 2 Chainz, Big Sean & Marsha Ambrosius – The One" 

"Kanye West Ft. 2 Chainz, Big Sean & Marsha Ambrosius – The One Lyrics"

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]

The storm is on the horizon

I’m standing here alone

Got a pistol on my hip

And it’s gon’ be some shit

If you want it then bring it on

See I’m a motherfuckin’ soldier

And I’mma be here till it’s done

And when they asking who I’m is, shit

You just tell them that I’m the one

(One, one, one)

Tell them that I’m the one

(One, one, one)

You just tell them that I’m the one

(One, one, one)

Tell them that I’m the one

(One, one, one)

You just tell them that I’m the one

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

I’m the one, baby

Yeah, I’m the one, baby

Since God gave his only begotten son, baby

It’s hard preachin’ the gospel to the slums lately

So I had to put the church on the drums, baby

You on a run, baby

You on a run, baby

You think you free but you a slave to the funds, baby

You think you me, but you ain’t me, what you done lately?

Mmhm that’s cool but I been runnin on the sun, baby

We on a galaxy that haters cannot visit

That’s my reality so get off my Scott Disick

If you ever held a title belt you would know how Michael felt

Tyson, Jackson, Jordan – Michael Phelps

Yeahhh, had to take it to another ’round

Cause everything around me got me underwhelmed

Best way to describe my position is at the helm

Best way to describe my new whip – Yeeeaaaalmmm

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]

I told Detroit I’mma fuckin’ get it

I told my brother we’ll be fuckin’ winnin’

Ye told me I’m the man for the job

So I told my mom, call her’s up and tell ‘em that she quittin’

Started off in that Chevrolet, but it’s Ferraris I gotta drive

I’m on HBO with my Entourage I’m 5’9” fuckin’ 9 to 5

I need a hundred million no compromise

I’m a double X L nigga

Magazine and condom size, see what I seen and be traumatized

I don’t wait, I marinate, variate erryday

Erry state, sold out, fuck around and need a barricade

My weed loud I need a hearing aid

Livin’ life behind a pair of shades

I be a billionaire if I could get a dollar

For all the bullshit that I hear a day

I did it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

Treat the back seat like a sofa bed

Break bread with my niggas, call it profit share

This some good shit, but it get better

And yeah my bitch cold, nigga feelin’ sweater

Like my verse suede and the beat leather

Just tryin’ to stay above sea level

When my nigga went to jail, I said, “Free Gucci”

I done bought so much shit, I should get free Gucci

Bought my baby momma anaconda bags

I shouldn’t have bought it all, I should’ve went and cut the grass

Snake ass niggas in my fuckin’ face

Bring your girl here nigga so I could fuck her face

Yeah I run this place, this is cash mill swag

Niggas treadmillin’ goin’ nowhere fast

Sittin’ courtside at the house game

Louie’s on, I could trip a fuckin’ ball player

[Outro: James Fauntleroy] x2

Fuck yeah, awesome, yeah I lost some of my mind

And then I found weed was really kind of awesome

It’s possible, goddamn right

I’ve been honest the whole time