Trae - I'm On 2.0

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[Intro: Mark Morrison]

Return of the mack (x3)

You know that I’ll be back

Return of the mack (x3)

You know that I’ll be back

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T]

Today is the day I get out on my feet

Remove them chains, they shackled on me

Press my luck, stop fucking with them hoes that cluck

Cause the same motherfuckers the ones that got me stuck

Tryna use me up ’til my tank on E

Then leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets

For a dollar a day until my pockets is straight

Soon as you move out the hood them niggas hollering you fake

Make ‘em swallow the bass from the Kicker

I’d rather be a dead man than a nigga

I’d rather roll chrome rims than a swisha

I gotta make moves, I can’t hang with ya

That used to be the fly shit back in ’95

But now I want a crib and a car I can drive

And ain’t nobody out there help me cause I’m grown

Gotta leave them childish games alone

Nigga I’m on

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]

I’m in the hood still praying for a piece of fate

I know he on his way I’m hoping he don’t make it late

I’m up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate

I’m Babe Truth you can tell ‘em I’m one of the greats

Used to shoot for the stars now my aim lie

I’m the truth nigga something that your name not

A thousand watts ain’t a thing that I can’t shine

It ain’t a wrist or a chain that I can’t rock

Tell ‘em I’m on something like city lights

I used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights

Now a nigga be city to city on plenty flights

You can tell ‘em I put on for my city in plenty fights

Tell ‘em I ain’t gon lose they heated like I’m a ?

I’m bout to throw ‘em in this drop with no ceilings so I can fan ‘em

Pull up on the bike same color the Phantom

And jump out on them haters just to tell ‘em I couldn’t stand ‘em

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]

I’m on top of my game yo

The OG Grand daddy kush, cocaine flow

I’m about that cash not that tango

Head shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol

Claim to be a real nigga we know you ain’t though

I be in the hood, all the places you can’t go

Visuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo

Residuals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it’s pitiful

Hoes only after your bankroll

Stay off of the phone, watch out for the plain clothes

Yeah I rep my set, I ain’t in the gang though

I protect my neck I carry the thing yo

I’m on the same shit that the boss is on

Do it for those in the feds, up north or gone

I’m on a winning streak, I done got my losses on

It’s ironic cause even when I’m off I’m on

Yeah I’m on

[Hook: Mark Morrison]

I’m on

I’m on

I’m on

[Verse 4: J. Cole]

I’m ’bout to cop the Porsche

Eternally grateful for the support

Made the cover of The Source

Flashback to the ports the city of no remorse

Where they shooting back and forth like they playing horse

May the force be with you, bullet hit you

You bleed and I bleed with you

Mama please when you grieve damn I grieve with you

This a preview I see you in the summer

My new shit dumber, I’m on

[Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar]

Life at the bottom is devastating

You’re hardly ever debated

The party is obligated

By suckers that wanna be you

And never live with the matrix

And never ever related to struggle and dedication

Your hustle is nominated

Anonymous then you faded

The promises that a victory lap is surely awaited

They vomited everytime that a rapper’s annihilated

Just wish them happy belated

Fuck you I made it, I’m on

[Verse 6: B.o.B]

Tokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to LA

Minutes turn to hours and hours to pay

The days turn to nights but the nights never change

It’s funny time is money used to be a turn of phrase

But now it’s company policy

I’m no spokesperson, no tricks, no gimmicks, no coercing

And they say, “Bob man it’s good to have you back”

But I say, “I’ve been here, where the fuck have yall been at?”

[Verse 7: Tyga]

Thinking how Pac lived at 22 that’s ’93

I was four now I’m 22 on tour

One two shots of my life, barely hold on

But I’m drawn to this feeling of adrenaline

With mic’s on, lights on

And they gon’ applaud

Young nigga, Versace they never seen before

And they gon watch me, copy shit that I got on

I’m too fly, I ain’t got a flaw

Tell the law we above the law

God bless Amen, every lost soul

And the group so good went solo

Globe trotting, now I’m blowing up like an afro

Nigga thought you knew what I do

Rolling through ya area, double RR coupe

Penthouse level, now we only party on the roof

Bitch I’m a rebel so I move how I wanna move

Last King YMCMB

[Verse 8: Gudda Gudda]

Used to run around the hood picking honeys up

Now I’m doing shows around the world picking money up

Used to be slept on like a pillow

Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals

Now its money on my mental

And women get sentimental huh

It’s cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles nah

Yellow, gold, yellow diamonds in the middle nah

Stand up nigga, I was never known to sit down

[Verse 9: Bun B]

Well as the world spins around and around on its axis

Boys flip from town to town with the package

Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress

Sending clowns underground for practice

The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown

But never in the battle whent he drama goes down

Easy to be the boss from behind the wall

But we gon see who really goes down when it’s time to brawl

Cause you gotta be careful about the image you portraying

You gotta show love to where you from all day

And when the going gets rough

Dont get to going, get to staying

Put it down for your people

And no delaying know what I’m saying


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