Toccara - All On Me lyrics

[INTRO: Propr Lee ] Yea Yea And its all on me yea yea On me yea yea And its all on me And its all on me And it s all on Me [VERSE 1: Propr Lee] Whip it working like a f**ing slave I done finish school now I'm getting paid I done finished school I done graduated Jumped inside of music now I'm saturated sh** n***a like me had to make it Sleeping on the kid like you hibernating The man had that whole plan orchestrated Just knew where I was going like my navigation And I swear that it was all me Rocked Baltimore now its palm beach Hustle to my knuckle like I'm suppose to Master of the craft with the Pro Tools And I swear I push the meter Hit it full throttle until you see him in a coliseum Probably think it all came quick But if you know Propr its the same sh** [HOOK: Tocarra & (Propr Lee) ] Oh yea yea yea (yea) Oh yea yea yea And its all on me (on me) And its all on me (on me) Oh yea yea yea (ah yea) Oh yea yea yea And its all on me (on me) On me (on me) on me (on me) one me And its all on [VERSE 2: Propr Lee] f**'em I don't even want to talk Boy I study game got the board and chalk Listening to your raps my n***as nod off And I be f**ing banging like a sawed off Struggle though saw it all Smoking easy the pain like a Tylenol Came from the city where I grew up If you say you gonna do it Then you do it right or not at all And I swear I miss my brother He been missing because he fell in love whith liquor And he can't recover I don't need your comfort I just need to make it Need to meet a queen like Anita Baker Need to build a house in the south Jamaica My mama want some acres I'm a make payment Shout to my brethren as-salamu alaikum Balling like the Lakers and this sh**s a lay up [HOOK: Tocarra & (Propr Lee) ] Oh yea yea yea (yea) Oh yea yea yea And its all on me (on me) And its all on me (on me) Oh yea yea yea (ah yea) Oh yea yea yea And its all on me (on me) On me (on me) on me (on me) one me And its all on Me [VERSE 3: Propr Lee] But uh guess that's what i ask for More cash and some stamps on my pa**port Came a long way from rapping on that back porch Real as f** turn my heart into a gla** door Ambition in my arteries Got to get it cus I don't trust the lottery My philosophy stack it like monopoly You can ask my father I done work my way from poverty So I be tryna get it ain't no busta sh** Troll locking up n***as for the f** of it Keep my thoughts sharp I can cut a nerve And I don't keep a lot of friends I ain't Zuckerberg s**er a** n***as always tryna leach Cut them off like coach they ain't make the team I can make it real outta make believe I can guarantee what they can't achieve [HOOK: Tocarra & (Propr Lee) ] Oh yea yea yea (yea) Oh yea yea yea And its all on me (on me) And its all on me (on me) Oh yea yea yea (ah yea) Oh yea yea yea And its all on me (on me) On me (on me) on me (on me) one me And its all on [Outro: Propr Lee] And its all on And its all on me, on me On me, on me, on me, on me, on me, on me Oh yea yea yea, ah yea Oh yea yea yea, and its all on me And its all on me And its all on, and its all on, and its all on me And its all on me