On Me

ON ME

VERSE 1:

I packed up my shit 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 shit 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 fuck 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
Bitch i do this shit, 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 fuck 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 niggas)
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 assist I’m John Stockton
She gone count up that profit while i go hit stock market for options
My pockets went pop that urban shit 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 shit in
Caught a couple of you fuck boys biting niggas style like that’s allowed
Fuck that nan nigga 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 niggas)
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 suckers wanting something for nothing
Say fuck 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 shit here ain't no game
Fuck 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 niggas)
On Me, (bet they see us)
On Me, (where i come from)
On Me, (bet they gone put it on)