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GIO lyrics : "I'm on"

This is the life that I'm living in
This OG flow and the lyrics I've given them
I'm not giving in, flows so cold they shivering

It's sickening, figuring with everything I can do are they listening?
You tryna say what I can't do,
People criticising man that aint what the fans do

I vacuumed your wack rhymes and spin them back so they slap you
So imagine if you could actually make hits? They would smash through
I'm talking about the %#@! you usually do

You and ya dudes always thinking you're the future in news
Shut the $#&@ up my music will leave you brutally and bruised
Whilst ya arrested from drug dealing like its cool to be you?

Man you keep saying im bad tramp save it your screwed
Your rhymes are %#@! I was doing in elementary school!
And your flows like clothes in the mail you're just hoping they fit

And a sympathetic clap is the most that you get
Your rapping hang it up I've had enough of your (*##$ $$#
Dan, Mark and Paul can get thrown off a cliff fast

I'm pissed off; I kicked off for about six blocks
and ripped your lips off and stuck them where your dick was vertically; #~!!@.
So don't push me, you don't know how long it took me

Just to get to where I'm at, I've already told you
At least, a thousand times in these rhymes that I could tier you flat
Your hatred is like an order I don't want, I send it back.


Hook:
Ye homie I'm on

Ye homie I'm on
Spit a verse do your worst ye first you homie's are gone
you've been off for way to long but homie I'm on


I'm living this fast life like I drive a Bugatti
Living this fast life like somebody grabbed a shotty and popped me

Your probably gonna try and hit me up like Pac in the lobby
You can't stop me my punch lines hit harder than Rocky
And Dan I'ma tell you the truth, I won't sugar coat it

Feel free to take your joint and toke it
That's all you dudes rap about, your imagination is thin
My %#@!s so sweet I must be diabetes to him

And Paul you so skinny and small when I hit you, you break
And Marc you got a lame $$# name and your ginger and fake
So I don't need to anticipate you all in this game

I'm moving fast so you !@$)gots need to get out of my lane
You nothing about seeing or feeling the pain
I'm seeing the real picture; you're just seeing the frame

You don't even have a cell left up in your brains
So when you try to change the game you just left it the same
You still act fake and when you go to the club

you hope find a girl with make up half naked with her $$# shaking
and when you hit it and get it in your gone be the man aint you?
When I'm famous you're still gone be working at the gas station

I see the issue, the people I love
When you bleed I just bleed with you
So believe I sincerely miss you

You aint my scene but I've been wrong
So let me deal the songs, ye homie I'm on!


Hook:
Ye homie I'm on
Ye homie I'm on

Spit a verse do your worst ye first you homie's are gone
you've been off for way to long but homie I'm on


I rap raw and I aint 22 yet, let me get more
Don't lose till I'm ready dude and on tour
They taking shots out of my life, bailey hold on

But I'm drawn to this feeling of adrenaline
My mic's on, lights on
Until I die I'ma write, ye this is my life in a sentence (get it? Ha)

Na you don't know me if you don't get it right huuuh,
See you can't beat of fights us
Im'a be taking your fire, like I'm stealing lighters

Rap tonsillitis, microphone meningitis,
I put you to sleep with the ink and call it pen-iritis
Yarll all athletes, you be running your luck

Writing %#@! like you got a pencil stuck in your butt
I'm a rap addict I toughen you up
If I'm hot now man, then trust me next summer you're $#&@ed! !#$*...

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