ON ME
VERSE 1:
I packed up my sh** and hopped right off the porch with no dollar just dreams
Might have earned some stripes but i learned that this life it ain't all that it seems
Yeah i kick sh** so dope think it's fresh off the boat flow come from Medellin
I just wake up the n bake up then cake up now thats what i call a routine
Out of space, do that make me the flyest officially
They gone try to hit me with a missile thats missing me
Flat on they back, let them lie in their misery
Look where I'm from, i was bound to make history
In Italy, i chat over pesto and penne
I f** up my lunch, then do tennis in venice
Then right after that, take a shower get spiffy
That guy in my mirror been pimpin since pimpin
I blow money, throw money, more money more money
I got it, i spend it
But i'm all about my cheddar, my feta, my spinach
b**h i do this sh**, just big as elephants'
I sense what you thinking that's telekinesis
If i sense enemy then it's die or defeat them
Living life and the motto goes f** em or feed em
I'm giving my people something to believe in
CHORUS:
On me 8x
On me, (what you tell them)
On Me, (tell them put that)
On Me, (whole fam)
On Me, (you know i got it)
On Me, (all my n***as)
On Me, (bet they see us)
On Me, (where i come from)
On Me, (bet they gone put it on)
VERSE 2:
Took her from hot topic to Viracocha shopping
Hop off my jock drop off and a**ist I'm John Stockton
She gone count up that profit while i go hit stock market for options
My pockets went pop that urban sh** just ain't what's popping
Thats a gift and a curse once they can see what's real
Don't ever ask me if i'm out or is i'm in, I
Remember back when this life we live was just pretend
(i was stuck) down on my dick oil i made a commitment to get sh** in
Caught a couple of you f** boys biting n***as style like that's allowed
f** that nan n***a fiona eat off of me i'm no holyfield (no way)
Take a quick look around, invented that style i set that trend
Well, i guess that's just life let me fight my fight
Don't feel no fear that's on me
CHORUS:
On me 8x
On me, (what you tell them)
On Me, (tell them put that)
On Me, (whole fam)
On Me, (you know i got it)
On Me, (all my n***as)
On Me, (bet they see us)
On Me, (where i come from)
On Me, (bet they gone put it on)
VERSE 3:
Heard little miss mama got a bun in the oven
Right before i said it better be a hell of a summer
She's still baby girl to me now having her own youngin
Leaving nice and nephews never wanting for nothing
I'm seeing way too many s**ers wanting something for nothing
Say f** em, no longer trying to be humble or nothing
It'll be the main ones splashing when it's raining the money that'll be running for cover when they hear that thunder coming
Just a lesson learned and i put that on everything
Wake up drop down thank the lord and pray for rain
They be switching up, i keep it the same
Smell the ghanja, lingering like paper planes
That's in the air no your and my high not the same
Snatch a check then disappear go David Blaine
Don't take no time to see this sh** here ain't no game
f** the fame either way its all on me
CHORUS:
On me 8x
On me, (what you tell them)
On Me, (tell them put that)
On Me, (whole fam)
On Me, (you know i got it)
On Me, (all my n***as)
On Me, (bet they see us)
On Me, (where i come from)
On Me, (bet they gone put it on)