Trae Tha Truth - I'm On (Feat. Lupe Fiasco, Big Boy, Wale, Wiz Khalifa & MDMA) | Текст песни

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• Trae Tha Truth
• I'm On (Feat. Lupe Fiasco, Big Boy, Wale, Wiz Khalifa & MDMA)

I’m on, I’m on, I’m on
Oooh yeah
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on, I’m on
I’m on, I’m on, I’m on

[Lupe Fiasco]
Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings
Devil on me, spittlefields and all saints
Playing field aint levelling the lane
Throwin’ stones at ya bones kick pebbles at your pain
Swear they go hard
But they sold jello in the pain
Tryna Carmelo but he came
Lord have mercy but we be having that jersey
Flowin’ so hungry, rappin’ that thirsty
Think fast, fast women like Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Fast life like born on Wednesday and died on Thursday
Fast money like Zakat al-Fitr, break-fast
Slow my roll like break pads
Cause if you run the light
They just might stop you niggas
Rodney King on the dome, just things that I’m On

[Trae Tha Truth]
I’m on this one way headed where the slums play
If I don’t make it, then somebody tell my son spray
Struggling first class, headed for the runway
Real n-gga shit I gotta make it one day
Sick of hard times so I tell ‘em to fall back
Sittin’ in all white but the Phantom is all black
For everything I lost tell ‘em I want it all back
Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back
They aint authentic, Tell them I don’t even relate
Minus the love they feel like I was something to hate
Tell them hate now
The World looking out, they on the front row
Everybody looking now
I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights
Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights
Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right
Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right
Yeah you can tell em I’m home
The streets in need of a king, you can tell em I’m home
Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long
Now I’m always in the hood like I was never gon’
I’m home, tell ‘em I’m something they couldn’t cut off
Try to hit the switch if you want I aint gon cut off
A 100 thousand volts a true thing gon shut off
Anything in the way is gon get permanantly shut off

[Big Boi]
Never letting go, although sometimes I split like banana peels for heels
My spiel is so legit, know the scent everytime I pick up the microphone and spit
Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctors visit
But this aint physics or rocket science
This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired
I am not a motivational speaker but people get easilly motivated
When they hear BIG reeking
Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight
My city, growl with me, hootie-hooin’ through the night sky
Bunch of fly, bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon
Rocking aligator shoes I’m on

[Wale]
You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high
Rather live alone forever than live a lie
I’m in the zone, Foam Pros keepin me comfy
Ya’ll squares, dark squares cover my luggage
I’m in love with some women, more in love with my mother
I’m in love with my God, less in love with this money
And my level is off, got a bigger cigar
Out in Vegas with broads, bout as thick as Toccara
My ambition is ammunition if this is war
They can’t run, they can’t run, this is a war
Got forever indurance, forever I’m the purist
I put my breath in this muthaf-cka
They better hear it
Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics
My only dream to get rich and never marry
Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear
And I aint trippin, my only competition’s the mirror.

[Wiz Khalifa]
Remember they used to be like who is this
Now I’m up in this bitch
Smoking weed out in London they bringing me fish and chips
Thought of this as a young’un
Who know this be the life that I really live
Now I’m flying on trips, promoters and owners giving me gifts
Don’t gotta shop, I aint payin’ for shit
This Audemar on my wrist, got it, harder to miss
Older people looking at me like how I bought all of this
I say I got it from grindin’, perfect timing
Started at the bottom, aint afraid to climb it
Took something rough and turn it to a