It's On

Oh we back here, right here?
We back again right?
Yeah you told me you back again
I promise Imma do it to 'em though
I told you I got you, I told you I got you, I told you
It go, yeah nigga I made it
You tuned into the greatest
I swear I prefer the top cuz the bottom just ain’t as spacious
I told these niggas they’d hate it
I’m hungry and losing patience
Then women ain’t never call me but now they just touching bases
I know, ain’t never settle
I won’t, I’m like an ocean on a beat hoping my city will float
It ain’t no justice sitting down and telling niggas my goals
Unless they counting 7 digits then I get up and go
And now I’m popping, what you talking bout?
Nigga what you talking bout?
I was thinking big amount, when they used to walk it out
Thinking back when labels try to hide me
I’m just faded, never mind me
Then top dawg he tried to sign me, just to show you boys what I’m about
I don’t know just how to act
Stupid flow, a maniac
Spending hours on these beats, they call young insomniac
Said it, then I wrote it, and I’m just keeping it real
I’m saving the game forever, ya’ll signing miniature deals
You poppin' pills, you dope
Starting beef, you pose
Aim the gun but don’t pop it, get caught by your P. O
About to chop a head off, quit the motherfuckin' games
Want a milli independent, shout out motherfuckin' Wanye
I seen shit in Hollywood that had a nigga feeling strange
Fucked the woman of my dreams but found out she was runnin game
It’s like women only want me for the money and the fame
So ya’ll should sit back in discussion, watch a nigga do his thing
And uuuh, I love this shit, I love this shit
Been starving since I was young, I been hungry ever since
I never miss on the track, I know it is evident
I’m never going to hell, every flow is heaven sent
Seem like people only question who I am or where I been
Call me Mr. BodyRappers. Past, future and present tense
My future is present tense
I’m the man right now, I been on my Kendrick shit don’t give a DAMN right now,
lord
There’s more you gotta wait for it
Treat my flow like some missiles, that shit was built to destroy
Never bitter, I rather just live a life I enjoy
Cuz I made enough money to get a hater employed
I can tell you whats real, who with ya’ll whats the deal?
Five figures in silence, now I’m chasing 10 mill
Want my mom on an island, boy my struggle was real
I invested in stocks, ya’ll invested in pills
Boy I’m Micheal Jackson bad, ya’ll better leave me alone
Niggas pop they first album, second album they gone
California I’m home, North Carolina I’m home
They just let me in the building best believe now it’s on