Marcus Orelias - We On (Must Be) lyrics

[Verse 1: Marcus Orelias] Marcus Orelias, come with me or get left Why like me? Yo girl been stressed Past dresses motivated bars I bench-pressed Dropping science till the bell rang Shoes had holes so I felt the pain Got played, so I don’t play Pockets got fat so she knows my name (ooo weee) Do they hit my line, coming quick and I love it J.J. mixed so I spit sick throw up your spine Give me a millisecond or a kiloton; I’ll R.I.P. this at instance I moonwalk on sentences till I free birds with sentences in a few days Been a minute and a long way, reminiscing on my old ways And I love the way she move that thang but hey Hands on her hips she licks those lips when she see’s me flow She don’t know yearned for hype they said no, so I became my own Now what I need is TLC or P&P till I TNT, get high and won't come down Cause they know the sound when I come around From that rebel of the underground Wa**up [Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid] You must be a fool to think that I ain't on And if you think I ain't on n***a you must not be on Cause We On (x9) [Verse 2: Marcus Orelias] Everybody knows that we on It took long getting the buzz strong Had to strive for it; go and get it Didn’t sleep much cause I couldn’t miss it Now I’m sending missiles headed from my mental To people’s minds on missed missions Pay attention, when you pay admissions I used to write, stuck in detention So move to the beat when the DJ is spinning (uh) I see no competition (uh), in another dimension It’s been this way since I’ve known microphone I wasn’t known, pre gold chains and nice phones Watching talespin to make ya head spin, songs write themselves Stay up, when stress prevails and you feel hell Have no fear, what do you fear? (Failure probably) Don’t quit; show everybody why you… More sick than everybody; watch me. Take a picture, then copy I stay on track when I rhyme on tracks; turning curbs 45 degrees They laughed but it’s all good to me cause… Phony’s fall out like bad weaves, straightaway I’m on tracked beats This fame hit me like a ton of bricks So you know I move quick, before she turn me on Cause she knows that we on Yeuh [Hook] [Verse 3: Marcus Orelias] Some swear I wear emotions, put it all on my sleeve Police slap handcuffs, I hit back with these beats Sleep; repeat, writing for Katie, Keisha and Brenda’s Stats and politicians see our chances slim No slimmer than an art career path For the love you slim fast Don’t talk to me when I’m in the zone Snapping to infiltrate every home Stop on commercial, incase u missed it I’m strapped to the nose of a rocket bout to take the breaks off I’ve waited on this for so long [Hook] You must be a fool to think I ain't on And if you think I ain't on n***a you must not be on Cause We On (x9)