One By One - Banks & Steelz

I don’t need these highs to raise me

I don’t need these highs to lift me up

I don’t want your smiles to wake me]

I don’t think that I should slowly go

Never ending trials I am facing

I don’t want their wives to mix me up

I’m all fucked up today

My lucky friend says your luck will end today

I don’t need these highs to raise me

I don’t need these lows to numb

I don’t want these trials to be raiding me

I don’t need their noses to nose my heart

That’s a start

Let’s get it on

My lucky friend says your luck will end today

My lucky friend says your luck will end today

Ice cold on the battlefield

Twenty below was the wind chill

Winchester rifle with the hot lead

It burnt a hole in their fucking heads

Bullets ring on the battlefield

The survivor is the one who kills

Now they drown in their own blood

Men laying where they once stood

Through the fire and the gunsmoke

Niggas crawling with their back broke

And they’re hopeful that they don’t croak

Bullets spraying and there’s no hope

From (?) I slay my enemy, drained him of his energy

I fight for this victory, you die in your iniquity

Ice c-c-cold on the battlefield

Twenty below motherfucker, that’s the wind chill

A thousand men they come and they fall

One by one

Call the preacher, the mortician

You can’t stop this coalition

Its like I’m fighting against the prohibition

In the sunlight, bong!, you see that sword glisten

My lucky friend says your luck will end today

Now we got this taste for blood

Now we got this taste for blood from the

This pain is all but surmounted by peace

It truly is

Killa Hill, Brownville

Never ran, never will

Besmirch the quarter mil

Movie cams on y grill

Never jam, never squeal

C’mon every wheel

A bag of cash in the stash

Queen on the bills

I’m just one of my mom’s eight born sons

One of those nine swordsmen

Slice your neck with a tongue

Its an Ol' Dirty cousin

A student of Allah’s justice

Boosting my mind

(?) the atom bomb to crush us

I bathe in the moonlight

Gain praise in the sunlight

Seen the platoon strike at midnight to the noonlight

Oh what a life

With just a butter knife they could hijack your crew (?) interrupt your life

Then raise the price of grass, hash, gas, and rice

I send a white square (?) to sacrifice the night

One by one

One by one

One by one

One by one

One by one