Matt Muse - On My Back (Remastered) lyrics

[Intro: Matt Muse] Don't you ever let nobody tell you "you can't be great" They see a f**ed up boy in a f**ed up city I see the conductor of a beautiful symphony You hear me? [Hook: Matt Muse] When this sh** stop play it back, play it back Put the whole city on the map, on the map If it's too heavy gimme that, gimme that I'll put the whole city on my back, on my back Whole city on my back, on my back Put the whole city on my back, on my back Whole city on my back, on my back I'll put the whole city on my back, on my back [Verse 1: Matt Muse] Straight talk, I ain't tryina' be polite If you're blind to the truth get out of my sight On the Red Line, missed 'bout 16 stops Talking 'bout how that pig shot 16 shots Then my people went and marched 'bout 16 blocks Tell that cop he can s** 'bout 16... Y'all fill in the blanks Tell Kelso we ain't feeling these pranks Haters want to slow us cause it's we they ain't But they must not know us cause B they can't Uh they can't stop the streak From heaven's gates down to these streets We keep it solid that concrete So ain't no stopping my Chi-City now [Bridge: Matt Muse] Inhale, no more living in hell Exhale, cause we 'bout to excel Inhale, my city ain't in hell Exhale, cause all we do is excel [Hook] [Verse 2: MFnMelo] I'm alive but homicide is testing me Never SAT ya understand Don't collide Wavy guy Blessed be Life's a beach that ain't sandy Rest In Piece to my grannies Flexin' speech out the jammy Next prestige Complexion beam This flesh of me is uncanny Unrealistic You feel this sh** Like brail all hale pivot Conceal digits I thrill Witness gon' tell never gon forget it f** 12 never gon' forgive em They Hate my colored dawgs lik it's reservoir Mr orange is no competitor Feddrer etc I'm headed there Fetty yeah left eye blaze a Trail Aw here we go and dats word to Kel Kenan scheming Show like SNL Best Intel check ya self Free Frsh, crack da seal on the cognac Opponent lackin' sk**s I don't want to have Pissed off, my hunger put me on to that Kriss kross the jersey city on my back n***a [Verse 3: Matt Muse] Stay in your lane bro you need a new stearer I get my bestest advice from the mirror He told me "Don't talk it, just be it my n***a" Paint the right picture so they see him clearer You don't need no filter, just move with no feara' You pick up that mic...Go Jordan or Ditka Our tower is bigger You cold, well we're sicker These Chi-City slickers got treats for you trickers From the Fake Shore to the Lake Shore Make sure they know that we all one beast The weakest, the cleanest From Harold's to Remus Either way we're all tryina' eat So I'll put em on the Link, no more worries Baby tell me what you think of that allegory I'll share our truth then tell our story Wait, hold on hold on, I got a call from glory He said... [Bridge] [Hook] [Outro] When this sh** stop play it back Put the whole city on the map Put the whole city on your back, on your back Whole city on my back, on my back Whole city on your back, on your back Whole city on my back