I'm on, I'm on, I'm on

Oooh yeah



I'm on x 7



Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings


Devil on me, spittle fields and all saints


Playing field ain't leveling the lane

Throwin' stones at ya bones kick pebbles at your pain


Swear they go hard


But they sold hello in the pain

Tryna Carmelo but he came


Lord have mercy but we be having that jersey


Flowin' so hungry, rappin' that thirsty

Think fast, fast women like Jackie Joyner-Kersee


Fast life like born on Wednesday and died on Thursday


Fast money like Zakat al-Fitr, break-fast

Slow my roll like brake pads


Cause if you run the light


They just might stop you ^!$$%'s

Rodney King on the dome, just things that I'm On


I'm on this one way headed where the slums play


If I don't make it, then somebody tell my son spray

Struggling first class, headed for the runway


Real n-gga %#@! I gotta make it one day


Sick of hard times so I tell 'em to fall back

Sittin' in all white but the Phantom is all black


For everything I lost tell 'em I want it all back


Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

They aint authentic, Tell them I don't even relate


Minus the love they feel like I was something to hate


Tell them hate now

The World looking out, they on the front row


Everybody looking now


I used to have dark nights now it's bright lights

Daytime bus pass, now it's night flights


Had a poor man swag now it's priced right


Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it's sliced right




Yeah you can tell em I'm home

The streets in need of a king, you can tell em I'm home


Used to be at the bottom, tell 'em it wasn't for long

Now I'm always in the hood like I was never gone

I'm home, tell 'em I'm something they couldn't cut off


Try to hit the switch if you want I ain't gone cut off

A thousand volts a true thing gone shut off


Anything in the way is gon get permanently shut off

Never letting go, although sometimes I split like banana peels for heels

My spiel is so legit, know the scent every time I pick up the microphone and spit


Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

But this aint physics or rocket science

This a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired

I am not a motivational speaker but people get easily motivated

When they hear BIG wreaking

Havoc on the track boy, grab it hold it tight

My city, growl with me, hootie-hooin' through the night sky


Bunch of fly, bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

Rocking alligator shoes I'm on






You know me, cool breeze, a ^!$$% high

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

I'm in the zone, Foam Pros keeping me comfy


Ya'll squares, dark squares cover my luggage

I'm in love with some women, more in love with my mother

I'm in love with my God, less in love with this money


And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Out in Vegas with broads, bout as thick as Toccara

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

They can't run, they can't run, this is a war


Got forever endurance, forever I'm the purist

I put my breath in this muthaf-cka

They better hear it

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

My only dream to get rich and never marry

Give these ^!$$%s the pink slip when they appear

And I ain't trippin, my only competition's the mirror.

Remember they used to be like who is this

Now I'm up in this (*##$

Smoking weed out in London they bringing me fish and chips

Thought of this as a young'un

Who know this be the life that I really live

Now I'm flying on trips, promoters and owners giving me gifts

Don't gotta shop, I aint payin' for %#@!

This Audemar on my wrist, got it, harder to miss

Older people looking at me like how I bought all of this

I say I got it from grindin', perfect timing

Started at the bottom, ain't afraid to climb it

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

It ain't come easy, had to find it

And now you can't say I got game cause I define it

^!$$% I'm on like the light, on and if I ever fall off

I'll be back on the same night

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

Carefree I don't need the stress

Smoking Khaled, my weed the best?
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