GhostWridah - I'm On lyrics

rate me

Shitting on these haters from a bird's eye view

Street nigga might set but got a nerd's IQ

High views from the top but you ain't nowhere close

They say tomorrow ain't promised, so I always toast

And I don't know why I smoke, but when I do, I'm getting zoodie

Talking like you were met, but I find it hard to compute it

I might lose it, oh, you make us life fat camps,

'Cause they won't make sense like skate boy on flat ramps

Don't fuck with this white tramps

My women is great, my music is fine tune

They hate on me e'ry day, but fuck it, we still live

Sundays we kill leo, some niggas fish well but couldn't tell you what real is

I call that a punch line, that's over your hair wrap

I run and hide this bars, kept me out of that fair trap

Don't hussle for grains, I run the tip to a meal

I see the snakes in the grass, therefore I shit in the field

And once again it's on,

Make a stop where I belong

I hope I made my momma proud,

Take a look at how I've grown,

You might see me in the road

Smoking on the half of zone

Whenever you mention me

Just don't forget to say I'm on, don't forget to say I'm on.

And that was being, this is now

It's hard to eat the nugget when frequent miss the chows

It's hard to ride a bucket when you're backseat on a road

And failure is temporary like an athlete and his hoes

Got some goals and I set them quite high

My life is taylor made, I even find the right size

Quality in my boost, type of shit I may bug

Got a super mean flow but I'm a fuckin' nice guy

Please pardon my French, I'm just preparing for Paris

I'm expecting some pussy, she's expecting some caress

And if she get embarrassed when I'm front like I don't want her

She thinking I'm a player, correction I am an owner

In fact, I am a grown up, ain't no 40s in the fridge

Plus I live a wild life, I keep a cougar in the crib

Don't make me had them gooms put a google to your rib

I just want a nice car, bright future for my kids

And once again it's on,

Make a stop where I belong

I hope I made my momma proud,

Take a look at how I've grown,

You might see me in the road

Smoking on the half of zone

Whenever you mention me

Just don't forget to say I'm on, don't forget to say I'm on.

And don't forget to say we're winning,

This is not a mistake, I saw the shit from the beginning

No more jimmy juice sipping, we're white wine refine

We're from mr. pendy pinch where fine lines are dimes

And I've rhyme like a couple screws missing out of my engine

Is enough on the spinning, 'cause rapping don't ring a pinching

If it's stinching I don't see this niggas great I'm pretending

They won't give me the credits like movies without an ending

This graving nigga is craving a navy color Mercedes

Whipping around the city and swaging like Mrs. Dasy

All my ex-s yell and say me, no, baby, I'm not a preacher

She'll be all over my hip so I treat her like a beeper

Replace her with some curl, I got it, just know I earn

You won't ask nigga for shit in your thorny bridge I'm a burn it

So it falls, it crumbles into the sea, got the CD on lock, I ain't making a spare-key

And once again it's on,

Make a stop where I belong

I hope I made my momma proud,

Take a look at how I've grown,

You might see me in the road

Smoking on the half of zone

Whenever you mention me

Just don't forget to say I'm on, don't forget to say I'm on.

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Thanks to jj.