R-Mean

R-Mean - If Its On lyrics

rate me

All they wanna hear is club songs, naked bitches, club cards

Outside is the pussy, how big is the pussy you bust on

But never say what’s wrong when you walk around with your head down

I’m waiting for the day these fake fucks gone

My background is poverty, struggling, refugees and my relatives was executed for what they believed in

Line them up against the wall, blindfold, ride at nightfall, got the riffle

Set it store and squeeze it

So this evening I’m sitting here spaced out

I’m just an introverted person with no way out

Tryna handle life, it’s a battle, 8 mile, ‘cause all I’ve seen is real tears and fake smiles

Yeah, how ‘bout we stop the pretend? I realized a long time ago I got no more friends

They hopping the fence, I mean they switch sides like it’s half time

And if you try to step you ignite in this landmine

Been fly, any airline, fuck the stewardess, bitches, they lazy, they pussies, no hair lines

Feel the hate has grown, I love peace, but no way I’m afraid of war, just in case it’s on

If it’s on then it’s on

We break beats, breaks

Pentagon on a paper chase can you relate

To this shit, I don’t doubt, be the shit I gotta take

Dealing with fake we’ll be gone, we’ll close the gates

If it’s on then it’s on

We break beats, breaks

Pentagon on a paper chase can you relate

To this shit, I don’t doubt, be the shit I gotta take

Dealing with fake we’ll be gone, we’ll close the gates

If it’s on, then it’s on, life’s a war zone

I’m a five-star general, salute G Malone

I need a six star to separate me from the suckers

And these other rap niggas, I’m a real motherfucker

Really’s out here, Willy’s out here, 1300 acting silly out here

The blue flag version of Achilles out here

And I know a couple pussies wanna kill me out here

They killed PD, they killed PL, still I’m in that city 2012, CL

She pray white, looking like seashells

Ball is my addiction, the habit’s retail

And there ain’t no rehabbing, I’m Amy Winehousing

Till they find me somewhere dead, both hands filled with hazard

Gucci bags everywhere, my pale face smiling

All you hear is them coming, jest game still counting

If it’s on then it’s on

We break beats, breaks

Pentagon on a paper chase can you relate

To this shit, I don’t doubt, be the shit I gotta take

Dealing with fake we’ll be gone, we’ll close the gates

If it’s on then it’s on

We break beats, breaks

Pentagon on a paper chase can you relate

To this shit, I don’t doubt, be the shit I gotta take

Dealing with fake we’ll be gone, we’ll close the gates

I’m sitting back in my chair with these hazardous thoughts

Contemplating overdrop the day it got me a notch

They try to classify me but I don’t belong in a box

Tryna keep my soul in because it’s all that I got

They offer me a buck fifty but it ain’t worth selling

Niggas on the streets yelling, relate to the way I’m feeling

Got a billion on my mind, I just hope my stars align

Soon as they quicken up I try to make a quick buck

Fuck, it’s rough, they always told me it’ll be tough

My conscience is playing games, I’m constantly switching lanes

Between the beauty of keeping it real and reaching for fame

Battling with the man in the mirror, the surface is familiar

Mad at myself ‘cause this is something I normally wouldn’t consider

But how the fuck else am I supposed to take over Twitter?

And truthfully, I wanna rap like Kendrick Lamar

But they want these pop records just for me to be a star

If it’s on then it’s on

We break beats, breaks

Pentagon on a paper chase can you relate

To this shit, I don’t doubt, be the shit I gotta take

Dealing with fake we’ll be gone, we’ll close the gates

If it’s on then it’s on

We break beats, breaks

Pentagon on a paper chase can you relate

To this shit, I don’t doubt, be the shit I gotta take

Dealing with fake we’ll be gone, we’ll close the gates

Fighting for my life to the death, from the bottom, yeah

Why you wanna hate me?

Did it all for my city, everybody with me, yeah

But you still envy, why?

Fighting for my life to the death, from the bottom, yeah

Why you wanna hate me?

Did it all for my city, everybody with me, yeah

But you still envy, why?

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