ON ME

[Intro]
(Ayo, Ian)

[Chorus]
I ain't even worried bout nothing, but me
Chasing all of my dreams, tryna put my mom in double C
I ain't switching up it ain't me, tryna put my bros in Cuban links
I'm tryna get so rich, where every day is a shopping spree
And I put this shit on me, I swear to god we the winning team
And I put this shit on me, I'm going up that's a guarantee
And I put this shit on me, I know my brothers finna go succeed

[Verse]
Bitch I'm getting too flee, bitch I'm getting too fly
Niggas worried bout me, I'm just tryna get high
Why she saying she miss me, I told that stupid bitch to stop lying
I'm rocking Junya Watanabe, I'm rocking all black like a spy
I'm hoping that god really hear me, I pray for this every night
I don't wanna wake up, but I'm glad I do
Gotta keep my eyes on the prize
And my name, bitch its going round
Niggas hate, why thеy talking down
If that hoe my main, I might fly her out
Gotta keep my head up, I'm looking down
My brothеrs not finna let me fall down
I used to be down, standing tall now
Niggas like how, how do he it like that
My peoples like wow, You going up man I'm so glad
This shit took a while, but now there ain't no looking back
I'm up in H-Town, Riding round with a Glock in my lap
Give a inch, they want miles, niggas weird and I know that's a fact
There's some days I can't smile, some days where I can't interact
I know ima be fine, roll up gas, to get me to relax
Being me, tryna make an impact
I'm tryna get all these plaques
I'm tryna count up these racks
Getting flee, rocking Balenci tracks

[Chorus]
I ain't even worried bout nothing, but me
Chasing all of my dreams, tryna put my mom in double C
I ain't switching up it ain't me, tryna put my bros in Cuban links
I'm tryna get so rich, where every day is a shopping spree
And I put this shit on me, I swear to god we the winning team
And I put this shit on me, I'm going up that's a guarantee
And I put this shit on me
And I put this shit on me
And I put this shit on me, I know my brothers finna go succeed