Tim Vocals - On It lyrics

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Sometimes you get rough..

These hard times were ...

Nigga, I just speak the truth, the truth!

I mean, I’m not right now, and I wanna be forever

That’s why I’m locked inside this pool

So I can see my things come true.

I mean, I’m just stating facts

That I’m doing things most people only speak about, yeah!

And I’m trying to get you figure

Cause I feel done with fire I just spit it out

Yeah, oh yeah!

Hook:

Tell me what y’all wanna know

All this art is cruel

I’m killing tracks just like I’m on it, on it, on it!

I’m buzzing all over for a while

The streets, they love me too

I’m killing tracks just like I’m on it, on it, on it!

You know that shit’s right,

But I gotta stay focused,

But you really don’t have a clue, a clue, a clue!

You may not be the fly-est, but my flow is the highest

You can keep all that’s cool, that’s cool,

As long as the money still come through

I mean, I’m just stating facts

That I’m doing things most people only speak about, yeah

And I’m trying to get you figure

Because I feel dumb with fire I’m spitting out

Yeah, oh yeah!

Hook:

Tell me what y’all wanna know

All this art is cruel

I’m killing tracks just like I’m on it, on it, on it!

I’m buzzing all over for a while

The streets, they love me too

I’m killing tracks just like I’m on it, on it, on it!

Everybody keep get up

... everything that I get on

Soon as I get on, got some people to shit on

... behind my back, sounding like...

Old pictures, straight fruits, old limos,

Focus waslocked up, he came right back

We and niggas write, we make sure you write back

Cause they be like that, we all gonna strike back

We’re playing on my down, for the ... don’t like that.

Only shit I did for these niggas, and they’re mad

Cause of fame, cause of bitches, cause of cash

It ain’t about money, so niggas, don’t get it a blast

Cause I’m loyal to my niggas even when down to my last

When I say I’m living, then nigga, don’t mean to brag

You think I’m full of it, but these niggas don’t know the half.

So I smoke, and laugh, and try

But to tell the truth, are you mad or not?

Hook:

Tell me what y’all wanna know

All this art is cruel

I’m killing tracks just like I’m on it, on it, on it!

I’m buzzing all over for a while

The streets, they love me too

I’m killing tracks just like I’m on it, on it, on it!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!