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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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck boys biting niggas style like that's allowed f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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)
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