On Me (feat. Khalil Jibran)

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Why you wanna, why you wann
Why you wanna, Why you wanna f*ck with me
Tell my momma, tell my mom
Tell my momma God must've wanted me
I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me
I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna f*ck wit me
I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me
Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me
I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me
I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna f*ck wit me
I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me
Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me
I stay out the way of these clout chasers
I don’t chase fame, I chase paper
Those type of niggaz be cut throats
Frenemies, on the low haters
That’s why I ask for no favors
I’ve realized there’s no saviors
But these tens toes, I won’t fold
Mashallah I’m this old
While my niggaz in the dirt
My baby girl is on a shirt
Nightmares of puttin in work
Lights off in the crib, pride hurt
Imagine sleeping wit a gun
Instead of a true love one
My world is upside down
All that with rumors going round
And I’m like what
These mothafuckas got me fucked up
Kick me when I’m down, frowns hidden with a smile
I can’t pay attention, gotta hold the fam down
Money keep callin, you niggaz just stalling
I got a group of niggaz thats all in
Forever I been fallin
This past year, climbing
Tryna change the climate
Listen don’t speak, been moving in silence
Say what you gotta say, I don’t give a f*ck
I can get you touched
But it’ll hurt more when a nigga up
I’ve had a lil money but it ain’t enough
I kill you niggaz if you f*ck it up
You know wassup, I keep the burner tuck
When jersey on, they gone know it’s us
I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me
I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna f*ck wit me
I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me
Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me
I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me
I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna f*ck wit me
I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me
Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me
Tired of acting like, I ain't who I know I am
Tired of being in the stu till like 4 a.m
Tired of trying, tired of being tired
Puffing loud to keep them voices quiet Keep me even kill
My life's a movie, God is Steven Spiel
Im Jack looking for my Jill
To find the steepest hill So we can chill
Back rubs and long talks, long walks through the park
Moon shine bright in the dark, nobody listen when a nigga talk
Chill nigga let ya body talk, rain drops clean the body chalk
Where they treat black boys like black boards
Bullets point through em, what the hell am I doing
Reflect, how the hell am I moving
Blue pills, blue faces, gotta see new places
Gotta be the fuckin greatest, haters hated that I made it
Making statements faded, chasing sacred places
All my dreams inflated, waiting my time, faith in the grind huh
Thinking bout my time like
Is it here yet, can I be accepted by my peers yet
Nah, o'well, f*ck it, umma just keep going
I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me
I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna f*ck wit me
I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me
Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me
I’m all about my bread, you can spread ya lies, on me
I’m a humble nigga, why you wanna f*ck wit me
I can never fear a man, you can draw ya guns, on me
Tell my momma, god must’ve wanted me

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